It's Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine. I Am Thinking It Must Be Love
Why can you read me like no one else?I hide behind these words but I'm coming outI wish I kept them behind my tongueI hide behind these words but I'm coming out
Put your hand between an aching head and an aching worldWe'll make them so jealous, we'll make them hate usAn aching head and an aching worldWe'll make them so jealous, we'll make them so jealous
Always you make my stomach turnAnd all the long drives with my friends blurAnd I wish I kept them inside my mindI hide behind these words
And think of all the placesWhere you've been lost and then found outIn between my sheetsIn between the rights and the wrongs
Put your hand between an aching head and an aching worldWe'll make them so jealous, we'll make them hate usAching head and an aching world
Think of all the placesWhere you've been lost and found out