I've made you lots of songs
They're four, or five, or six, or more,
I know too well
That that's too much
I come with a guitar,
You just want some peace,
You stumble to the kitchen...
And I follow you while singing.
Today I told
Myself,
Sworn, even
That this one wouldn't be for you
And now it is
If you gather every verse of mine
And compare them,
You'll see
There's more you than the C note.
I have to control myself
If I want to get rich one day,
Who's gonna buy this CD
About a single person?
Today I told
Myself,
Sworn, even
That this one wouldn't be for you
And now it is...