Hour Ago
Just about an hour ago
A little bird flew up on the wings of truth
Told me an interesting story about a little ole you.
I swear to God, about an hour ago
He told me about my little infidel
The girl I loved her so much and thought I knew so well.
I guess that goes to show, how much I know
I believe at the heart of the truth secretly a lie is told
I never felt that way before until just about an hour ago
It was always passion, lust or love
just about an hour ago or all of the above
just about an hour ago
I wasn't drowning in a sea of despise
Just about an hour ago
And shadows of doubt didn't cloud my eyes
just about an hour ago.
Oh, how beautiful you would've been
If I could look at you now
Liked I looked at you then.
I looked at you about an hour ago
I swear there's no greater pain known to man
Then to feed a love and have it bite your hand.
No greater pain, known to man.
No matter how hard the frozen heart
A lies edge can cut the cold.
And the only place that the blood is seen
Is through the windows of your soul.
It was always passion, lust or love
just about an hour ago or all of the above
just about an hour ago
I wasn't drowning in a sea of despise
just about an hour ago
And shadows of doubt didn't cloud my eyes
just about an hour ago.
Was it you or was it me, just about an hour ago
two victims of insensitivity, just about an hour ago
Still I'll hold you wants again, just about an hour ago
as my lover and as my friend.
Why so sad it couldn't hurt that bad
or you wouldn't have done what you did.
you know the eyes never lie, or didn't you know.
It was always passion, lust or love
just about an hour ago or all of the above
just about an hour ago
I wasn't drowning in a sea of despise
just about an hour ago
And shadows of doubt didn't cloud my eyes
Tell me was it him or was it me
Two victims of insensitivity
And I hold you once again
As my Lover and my Friend
Sixty Minutes, just about an hour ago
Sixty Minutes, just about an hour ago
Sixty Minutes, just about an hour ago
Sixty Minutes, just about an hour ago
A little bird flew up on the wings of truth
Told me an interesting story about a little ole you.
I swear to God, about an hour ago
He told me about my little infidel
The girl I loved her so much and thought I knew so well.
I guess that goes to show, how much I know
I believe at the heart of the truth secretly a lie is told
I never felt that way before until just about an hour ago
It was always passion, lust or love
just about an hour ago or all of the above
just about an hour ago
I wasn't drowning in a sea of despise
Just about an hour ago
And shadows of doubt didn't cloud my eyes
just about an hour ago.
Oh, how beautiful you would've been
If I could look at you now
Liked I looked at you then.
I looked at you about an hour ago
I swear there's no greater pain known to man
Then to feed a love and have it bite your hand.
No greater pain, known to man.
No matter how hard the frozen heart
A lies edge can cut the cold.
And the only place that the blood is seen
Is through the windows of your soul.
It was always passion, lust or love
just about an hour ago or all of the above
just about an hour ago
I wasn't drowning in a sea of despise
just about an hour ago
And shadows of doubt didn't cloud my eyes
just about an hour ago.
Was it you or was it me, just about an hour ago
two victims of insensitivity, just about an hour ago
Still I'll hold you wants again, just about an hour ago
as my lover and as my friend.
Why so sad it couldn't hurt that bad
or you wouldn't have done what you did.
you know the eyes never lie, or didn't you know.
It was always passion, lust or love
just about an hour ago or all of the above
just about an hour ago
I wasn't drowning in a sea of despise
just about an hour ago
And shadows of doubt didn't cloud my eyes
Tell me was it him or was it me
Two victims of insensitivity
And I hold you once again
As my Lover and my Friend
Sixty Minutes, just about an hour ago
Sixty Minutes, just about an hour ago
Sixty Minutes, just about an hour ago
Sixty Minutes, just about an hour ago
Credits
Writer(s): Clint Hayes, Frank Jackson, Johnny Vigh, Scott Morrison, Travis Childress
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