Besedila: Weepies. Say I Am You. Gotta Have You.

Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
Itry to make you mad at me over the phone
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home

No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin'
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No no no no no, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you

The road gets cold, there's no spring in the middle this year
I'm the new chicken plucking open hearts and ears
Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself
But green, it is also summer
And I won't be warm till I'm lying in your arms

No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin'
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No no no no no, nothing else will do

I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you

I see it all through a telescope: guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat
Lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune

No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin'
No amount of whiskey, no wine
No no no no no, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you

No amount of coffee, no amount of cryin'
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No no no no no, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you

I've gotta have you, gotta have you
I've gotta have you