No, you didn't leave I actually you out I couldn't hardly That the words came out my
You couldn't hardly What you heard yourself, And you up all your things And you said to us
me what is in the way In the way of my love for Tell me is in the way In the way of my love for
Hafta get it of the way of my love Hafta get it of the way of my love
And now, there's nothing left to And the screen says 'Fini' And night in separate rooms We cry
And every day, we Down each holes Two slippery 'round two poles
Tell me is in the way In the way of my love for me what is in the way In the way of my love for
Yeah, there's something in the way of my for you Yeah, there's something in the way of my
So we down all the pictures And then we took all the walls Packed up our Piled in the hall
Yeah, we bagged our Kicked it to the And then we there unencumbered And we stood there
'Cause we done clinging To the things we afraid to lose And the only thing Was a view
You at me And I at you And we said, "How now What you do?"
Now something in the way In the way of my for you Now something in the way In the way of my for you
I to get it out the way Out the way of my for you I to get it out the way Out the way of my for you
No, you just leave No, you just leave No, you just leave No, you just leave