You better belive I’m coming, you better believe what I say. You better hold on to my promises, because you bet, you’ll get what you deserve.
Oh, all the promises we made, all the meaningless and empty words I prayed, prayed, prayed. Oh, all the promises I broke, all the meaningless and empty words I spoke, spoke, spoke.
What of all the things that you taught me, what of all the things that you’d say. What of all your prophetic preaching you’re just throwing it all away. Maybe we should burn the house down, have ourselves another fight. Leave the cobwebs in the closet ’cos tearing them out is just not right.
Why can’t you stay here awhile, stay here awhile, stay with me, oh oh.