| 40 Days. 40 Fights. |
| You look a lot lot better tonight, You and I should go out for a fight, We need a holiday, But not today another day You need eyes in the front of your head, And a spine with a built in bed, I don't want anybody else to know, So I won't be telling them i love you, For all of the things you do, Though I can't even recall your name, There's something beautiful about it though Well good luck to your lady tonight, I took piece of her heart well not quite, She stole a peice of mine, And chewed it up and threw it back I need help to get over the pain, but the memories still remain, I loved her friendly eyes, The way they looked at each other it moves me, To tears like a hall of film, And I don't even recall her name, There's something beautiful about it though Now there's a good good feeling tonight, Just a feeling that something is right, We can minimalise the pain, Forget that it was ever there Look at all the possibles, Throw answers out to the world, Its hard its hard its hard, Its hard its hard its hard, Its hard when you don't know how, But I'll be here to throw you some clues, Don't even have to know your name Something beautiful about it though, Something beautiful about it though, Forty days and forty fights, Forty days and forty fights |