Bad Love - White Lies

I was waiting in the back-seat of the car

When I knew I’d given up Down one of the back-streets by the park

So sick of the taste of blood

I’m gonna write your girl a letter

It’ll make everything better

Screaming down the phone-line to your mum

She said, «Honey ain’t home right now»

I bought a tuxedo and I bought a gun

And wore them all around this town

Nobody dares to lift a finger

They can see my heart is down and injured

If I’m guilty of anything

It’s loving you too much

Honey, sometimes, love

Means getting a little rough

This is not bad love

This is not bad love

I’ve been going to church but I don’t believe

I’ll ever be clear this pain

Walk like a ghost through the streets

Soaked from the pouring rain

And I won’t ask your god for mercy

My spirits are low, my soul is dirty

If I’m guilty of anything

It’s loving you too much

Honey, sometimes, love

Means getting a little rough

This is not bad love

This is not bad love

If I’m guilty of anything

It’s loving you too much

Honey, sometimes, love

Means getting a little rough

This is not bad love

This is not bad love

If I’m guilty of anything

It’s loving you too much

Honey, sometimes, love

Means getting a little rough

This is not bad love

This is not bad love