Your Sweet Love

In my fixed situation I contemplate relations with a glove I have left all the best thoughts and solemn patience on a rug With my feet I will run, scraping up the ground With my arms I will feel, all the air rush around my love, my love I'm still trying, there's no denying your sweet love I am stepping past the edge, of your sweet love In the day we had life, one I never knew It was safe for awhile, dust gone through the roof in the back of my car, screaming like a clown At the end of the night, we were both let down, my love, my love I'm still trying, there's no denying your sweet love I am stepping past the edge, of your sweet love