They were searching
In and out of city bars
We were lucky
Nobody had found us.
In the back room
You look like a holy man
And I believe in
Every word you're saying
Without him she is empty.
But with him she's unsure.
Don't be afraid
Of what you're feeling for me.
Because this mess we've made
Is only love.
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads
2004 • People Behave Like Ballads