Borrowed Love

What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?

Now I see that I could never live on borrowed love

It's three-o-one in the morning, another sleepless night

I feel your presence with me and it doesn't feel rightAnd then it starts flowing through me

From my feet right to my head

Then I scream calling out your name

I want you back in my bed, my bedWhat could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?

Like a drummer always beating the insides of my soul

Hidden feelings always seeking

The touch they knew so well in the places that matterWhat could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?

I can't eat, I can't sleep, thinking about who you're with

Are you happy making me crazy? You were the best I ever had

What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?The pain of too much pleasure is all so clear to me

After you go nothing but ache to fill my emptiness

Emptiness, emptinessWhat could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?

What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?

What could make me think that I could live on borrowed love?