Bombs were exploding
Drums were pounding
Loud hearbeating
Aching.
Birds were singing in my window pane
Mentioning your name
Needing a heap of your lovin'
Craving for somethin'
But all I receive is a little
It can't full even a small bottle
I can go to a battle
Just for your love so little
But my heart was so brittle
So that, I'm always can't have the best
Always settle for less.
