FIVE 4ever

By your hand is the only end I foresee, I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me By your hand is the only end I foresee, I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me I was sitting on my hands at the top-deck of the 178, spitting cusses at my Face reflected in the windscreen pane. Throwing insults and calling names. Filthy SMSs that you sent through the day, by sundown become tame, so I set It in motion again. But fate's a cruel mistress, girl, the prettiest in the world. She dresses Loosely in a bathrobe with her hair up in curls, 'cause we were kissing for Hours with her hands in my trousers, she could not contain herself, Suggests we go back to her house. But here it comes, this is the crux, she Vomits down my rental tux. I'm not sure if it's love anymore, but I've been thinking of you fondly for Sure. Remember what your heart is for. By your hand is the only end I foresee, I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me By your hand