Your Love

I gave you my hand, you gave me one chance
I wish I never wanted this troubled romance
I see right through you, you shine through me
You're still my kind of glory a kind of ecstasy

It's been a few weeks waiting by the phone
Waiting for my girl to call home

I'm talking to myself, I'm turning to above
When all I really need is a little of your love
A little of your love

Love all, trust none, hear people out, then run
A broken heart and the shattered bones
Take a trip out of your pessimist soul

The truth is you're just hurt
But see finding some happiness takes a little hard work

I'm talking to myself, I'm turning to above
When all I really need is a little of your love
A little of your love
A little of your love



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Mathews
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