Gotta Have You

Intro: Gray, quiet and tired and mean, Picking at a worried seam, I try 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 me home. No amount of coffee, no amount of crying, No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine, No, no, no, no, no. Nothing else will do, I gotta have you I gotta have you BRIDGE: The road gets cold, There’s no spring in the middle this year, And I’m the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears. Oh, such a prima donna, Sorry for myself. But green, it’s also summer, And I won’t be warm until I’m laying in your arms. I see it all through a telescope, Guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat, Lying the back of a blue boat, Humming a tune...