ONE MINUTE WE CAN'T KEEP OUR HANDS OFF EACH OTHER
THE NEXT, WE'RE AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS
I THINK OUR SHIP OF LOVE MAY BE SINKING,
AND IT'S TOO LATE TO MAN THE LIFE BOATS.
IT AIN'T THE STARS THAT ARE STACKED AGAINST US,
IT'S THE WHOLE DAMN UNIVERSE,
AND WHAT'S THE POINT OF DRAGGIN' ON,
JUST BECAUSE WE SAID WE'D BE HANGIN' ON,
FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE.
THE GOOD TIMES WERE BETTER
THAN WINNING THE LOTTERY,
THE BAD TIMES WERE WORSE
THAN THE FIRES OF HELL COULD BE,
AND ALL IN ALL, IT WENT ON AS LONG AS IT COULD.
THE FAT LADY'S SINGING, WE'VE HEARD THE LAST VERSE,
SO PUT A NAIL IN THE COFFIN AND BACK UP THE HEARSE,
WELL, WE'VE HAD EACH OTHER FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE,
BUT THIS TIME WE'VE HAD IT FOR GOOD.
YOU'RE FIGHTING, AS IF IT WOULD MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE,
GIVE UP, IT'S TIME WE CALLED A TRUCE.
YOU'VE GOT TO KNOW WHEN LOVE IS WORTH SAVING,
AND WHEN IT'S TIME TO CUT IT ALL LOOSE.
BECAUSE, THESE WHEELS THAT WE SET IN MOTION,
ARE GONNA ROLL RIGHT OVER US,
SO LET'S STOP TRYIN' TO PROVE THIS LOVE,
AND RELEASE OURSELVES FROM THE PROMISE OF
FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE.
(CHORUS)
YOU CAN'T KEEP BEATING A DEAD HORSE,
IT IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE IT IS.
WE'RE DOWN TO CHANGING THE LOCKS ON THE DOORS,
AND DECIDING WHAT'S HERS, AND WHAT'S HIS.
(CHORUS)
Words and Music by |
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JACK PICCARI c/o Reenie Music 215-219-6564 jackpiccari@gmail.com |
TIM PONZEK c/o Opus Fromus 602-906-4060 tim@opusfromus.com |