Besedila: Van Hunt. Down Here in Hell (With You).

I really love it when
I love it when we make mistakes
Because once again
It gives me a reason to complain

I love the battle lines
The battle lines we draw when crossin' the mud
Ooh, I love it when we fight
Standin' on the verge of breakin' up or makin' love

What would I do if we were perfect?
Where would I go for disappointment?
Love without pain would leave me
Wonderin' why I stay?

I think of savin' myself
But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven
What would I do?
I think of savin' myself
But I really wanna work it out
Down here in Hell with you

Magic carpet ride
It don?t have to last forever
I know we shouldn?t fly so high
But the closer to the sun we go, the better

See, I wanna make you feel the fire
Wanna burn you with my bad days
Ooh, I wanna be unsatisfied
So you can feel the heat comin' from me, baby

What would I do if we were perfect?
Where would I go for disappointment?
Words without hate would leave me nothin' left to say

And I think of savin' myself
But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven
What would I do?
I think of savin' myself
But I really wanna work it out
Down here in Hell with you

I think of savin' myself
But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven
I think of savin' myself
But I really wanna work it out
Down here in Hell

Think of savin' myself
But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven
I think of savin' myself
But I really wanna work it out
Down here in Hell with you

Down here in Hell with you
Down here in Hell with you
Down here in Hell with you
Down here in Hell with you
Down here in Hell with you
Down here in Hell with you