Oh dear,
Take what you've been given,
And give back to me.
Oh night,
Don't waste your time with that,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper writes.
Here there,
Silently you're waiting for what never comes.
Oh dear,
Don't waste your time alone,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper cries.
Oh dear,
Don't waste your time with that,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper shines.
She goes down,
She goes down.
She goes down,
She goes down.
Take what you've been given,
And give back to me.
Oh night,
Don't waste your time with that,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper writes.
Here there,
Silently you're waiting for what never comes.
Oh dear,
Don't waste your time alone,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper cries.
Oh dear,
Don't waste your time with that,
'Cause it may never come.
But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide,
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper shines.
She goes down,
She goes down.
She goes down,
She goes down.
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreAlternative, Rock
Rank−
Duration00:03:46
Charts
Copyright ©BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music
WriterDan Lavery, Emerson Hart, Jeffrey J. Russo
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedAugust 21st, 2012
Last updatedMarch 6th, 2022
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