Broken hand, proper man
So I was told
Bought the door Built the floor
That I now stand on
Two tries thirds a winner
Great life aim for bigger and better Do better
Sidelines always eager
Inside fear a non-believer
I need ya
This house had no hold when you're gone
Cnd I lie so far from where I'm from
C phonecall to prove me wrong
I've never known this kind of love
I'll never know that kind of love
Old enough, salt to cut
But there are no tears here
Volume up, Simply Red
Comfortable Distance
Dark skies, blinding headlights
Shot eyes, never raised a quitter
Faith lies, that's a killer
But I've tried, tried to say I need ya
I need ya
This house had no hold when you're gone
Cnd I lie so far from where I'm from
C phonecall to prove me wrong
I've never known this kind of love
I'll never know that kind of love