what kind of love’s like something you’re born with
that lives and dies with you
(in the morning we’ll make-believe)
but still startles every time
like cold water over you.
oh i could live and die with you
i know it’s too much
i want to live and die with you
i know it’s too much.
what kind of love’s like something beside you
that lives and dies
your bread and water.
don’t look at me
i couldn’t take much more.
oh i could live and die with you
i know it’s too much
i want to live and die with you
i know it’s too much.
don’t look at me
don’t look at me.
(to live and die with you, i know it’s.....)