Love You More
The only questions that I get from you
Are "why are we here?" and "where are the roads all lead it to?"
There's all kind of places to go from here
But why leave now just to get your fair share of the view
It's you, you sold your soul and you jumped the queue
You're paying money
Take off your shirt
Close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts
They are the sickness
I am the cure, yes
I will love you more
I will love you more
There's no greater crime than to hide away
Turn on the lights and let your admirer see your face
The conversation that we had last night was out of sight
I asked for your hand but
Oh you don't know
You sold your soul to the radio shows
You're paying money
Take off your shirt
Close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts
They are the sickness
I am the cure, yes
I will love you more
I will love you so much more
I don't know what you've been promised
You haven't seen much of it yet
You'll hang around
They'll lead you on
Until they throw you right back right back right back
You're paying money
Take off your shirt
Close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts
They are the sickness
I am the cure, yes
I will love you more
I will love you more
You're paying money
Take off your shirt
Close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts
They are the sickness
I am the cure, yes
I will love you more
I will love you more