Letras
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 wanna make a ray of sunshine
And never leave 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've gotta have you, I've gotta have you
The road gets cold, there's no spring
In the meadow this year
And I'm the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears
Oh, such a primadonna, sorry for myself
But green, it is also summer, and I won't be warm
'Til I'm lying in your arms
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'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, mm...
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no wine
No, no, no, no, no, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have-
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've gotta have you, I've gotta have you
I've gotta have you
I've gotta have you
I've gotta have you