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 spirit is 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 [3x]