So what have you got
At the end of the day
Baby, come what may
Do I miss you a lot?
There are pieces of you
In everything I play
There is something to say
But I can't think of what
And if the bough breaks
Don't be afraid
We could hide away
We could hide away
And if the bough breaks
Baby, come what may
We could hide away
We could hide away
Beneath your breasts
There's a holy land
Where I can not come
Where I dare not tread
And when you run
In your P.J's
I get so hot
And I get so afraid
And if the bough breaks
Don't be afraid
We could hide away
We could hide away
And if the bough breaks
Baby, come what may
We could hide away
We could hide away.
