* Hey, babe It's written all over your face, say it
A hurricane behind the door So I've come ready for a war
When you don't want coffee in the morning I know I'm in a hole
It's hard enough to get you sober Got no chance if I'm hungover
I ain't even woken up yet Not nearly vertical All I know is I'm in trouble
'Cause the atmosphere's so cold, so
( * )
When I hear that thunder in the distance I know it's getting close
You're giving me that silent treatment Don't know what it's achieving
When we're finished saying nothing Can we please get back to loving?
When it's good, it's really something Can we please get back to us?
( * )
It's written all over your It's written all over your face
It's written all over your It's written all over your face
