The sheets are cold I'm fingering on We cary on, along inside an empty den My head and thoughts are filled with cloud Don't talk so loud, whisper now I get so tired of the anger and the tears there are no stopping them You better love me I better love her We better love him You better love them You're on you're way now are'nt babe No need to say, I make it there someday I know Will you love me if I die Would you say hi the day I die I get so tired of the anger and the tears there are no stopping them You better love me I better love her We better love him You better love them