Coming straight from our heads
To the tip of our tongues
To the depths of our love, love
'Cause my stomach's been twisted for ages now
Please, my woman, don't let me down
'Cause I love you, I love you to the end of time
Said, it creeps in my lungs
Said, it's gone to their heads
But I promise now, promise now
'Cause my stomach's been twisted for ages now
Please, my woman, don't let me down
'Cause I love you, I love you to the end of time
I will give you everything
'Cause you make my heart sing
WRITERS
Harry Deacon, Leo Wyndham, Matt Hodges, Rupert Turner