Bite your tongue. Don't make a scene dear. Everybody's been here. Least once before. We've been here more. Your heart breaks. Rolls down the window. I've seen it all go. Come back around. And I've heard the sound. The tip of your tongue. The top of your lungs. Is doing my head in. I say "love don't mean nothing. Unless there's something worth fighting for". It's a beautiful war. When I hold. The warmth of your body. There is nobody. That I'd rather hold. Shattered and cold. The tip of your tongue. The top of your lungs. Is making me crazy. I say "love don't mean nothing. Unless there's something worth fighting for". It's a beautiful war. I say "love it don't mean nothing. Unless there's something worth fighting for". It's a beautiful war. It's a beautiful war. It's a beautiful war. I say "love". I say "love don't mean nothing. Unless there's something worth fighting for". I say "love don't mean nothing. Unless there's something worth fighting for". It's a beautiful war. It's a beautiful war. It's a beautiful war. It's a beautiful war