Just rang to say I got your valentine Does it make me yours Or does it make you mine It's hard to tell I struggle with your scrawl Some words were a little smudged And some not there at all I must have been crazy Lost in your blood-shot eyes again But love she marches in And takes us like an army now and then
Sometimes no means go It doesn't matter if it's right There's a secret doorway Where day folds into night I was gonna make us something There was whiskey on your breath Standing in my kitchen What a pretty mess I must have been crazy Lost in your blood-shot eyes again But love she marches in And takes us like an army now and then
