You must’ve been right, when I sure was wrong.
Our little worlds made an innocent song.
I’ll build you a mountain, if you’ll carry me home.
Haven’t found a love yet, that wasn’t hard to hang on.
I have an opinion, let me open your wounds.
This punchdrunk affair, love, has us consumed.
So, drown me in London or paint me in June.
I have an opinion, let me get back to you.
......
You must’ve been right, when I sure was wrong.
Our little worlds made an innocent song.
I’ll build you a mountain, if you’ll carry me home.
Haven’t found a love yet, that wasn’t hard to hang on.
I have an opinion, let me open your wounds.
This punchdrunk affair, love, has us consumed.
So, drown me in London or paint me in June.
I have an opinion, let me get back to you.
......