Gun Cupboard Love - Everything But The Girl

There’s a time I cried beady and took to much you

But I’m a way you stand and interested in how not to feel

The guns are hurting my dreams

For you don’t hardly see

We may only show you some

Watch your stupid guns you son

When nothing matters anymore

I not believe you enough to go to war

When nothing matters anymore

I not believe you enough to go to war

There’s a time I cried any man is better than none

The time alone I spent and dreaded the day the battle is won

The joy son and could be dead (The joy son could be dead)

The stranger in my bed (The stranger in my bed)

Meet me in a carefree half

Swings me around the garden path

When nothing matters anymore

I not believe you enough to go to war

When nothing matters anymore

I’m not the girl you left to go to war

I thought I knew the man you were

Nightmares are the things you must have done when you could

I been singing all you could say loving you anymore is gone

I won’t trust those arms to hold those hands to mould my soul

I don’t want him to rush at you

So I don’t want him to grow up like you

I don’t want him to rush at you

So I don’t want him to grow up like you