Sweetheart — текст песни (Lamb)

The devil makes work

For idle hands to do

He can take these hands

If theyre not touching you



And these lips of mine

Would rather turn to stone

Than kiss another now that you are gone



Sweetheart

Im so alone

Sweetheart

When are you coming home



Sweetheart

Im so alone

Sweetheart

When are you coming home



I know that loves

A many splendoured thing

If loses its charm

Without the joy you bring

And happiness

Can be an empty term

But Ive found heaven nestling in your arms



And now youve gone

Sweetheart Im so alone

When are you coming home

Sweetheart Im so alone

When are you coming home

When are you coming home



Sweetheart Im so alone

When are you coming home

Sweetheart Im so alone

When are you coming home ...