I believe in something better off than this
She said
I don't think you listen to a single word that I said
Well, I confess
That my mind sometimes finds itself in the hands of unrest
Oh, it's a pestering guilt that creeps into the confines of my chest
Well I confess
Darling, I've been twelve beers deep
Drunk on love and losing sleep
Nobody tells you the pain, it don't keep good company
I've been trying to see the bright side
Of a love that haunts by moonlight
It isn't well with my soul
I've been trying to see the bright side
Of a love that haunts by moonlight
It isn't well with my soul
I've been on my hands and knees just
Sweeping up the broken pieces
Some of them I've lost