Best intentions
Bring joyless drought
Pack your hacksaw
Come bust me out
When your dentures prevent your smile
These adventures will
Fill your eyes with love
You've been going see-through
Could do with a little sun
I'd give my liver to see you
Abide and ride shotgun
A baccian scandal awaits me
Just can't do it alone
Your sweetheart probably hates me
But I'll send you home
Your dome filled up with love
Love will find you out
Be sure love will find you out
As anybody with a kind word
Would know
It's gonna find you
Fill your boots
Fill your spine
Fill your dome
Fill your eyes
WITH LOVE...
