You can only be won by someone who knows how

You praise your heroes for the things they’ve done so where are they now?

And when you know yourself the way you know your man

You’d start to understand there’s no one else except for him


I kept my end of the bargain

Fruit has ripened, now it’s rotten

If you’d only paid attention you’d have saved it from the ground

Bad luck surrounds and it closes in


It’s in his tone of voice, he makes his message clear

He loves you so he knows he’s got no choice, he’s got no fear

Days fold onto themselves, a fly upon the wall

Would you know if this love was only yours, or yours at all?