Hawksley Workman Pomegranate Daffodil
don't f..ck around anymore
there's no good times let for a war
so spit shine your old shoes
and knock on my door
and don't f..ck around anymore
cuz the good days are bleeding away
they weren't ours to keep anyway
so drink up your red wine
and make love every day
the good days are bleeding away
this catastrophe of mine
play your cards and play them right
it could be yours tonight
this catastrophe of mine
this catastrophe of yours
after on there's always more
is that all that you're living for
this catastrophe of yours
someday, someday
someday, i'll be yours
won't have time for these
catastrophe anymore
this catastrophe of ours
ain't no moon and ain't no stars
there ain't no jupiter and mars
in this catastrophe of ours
this catastrophe we made
murky waters and in we wade
there won't be peace for us today
in this catastrophe we made
someday, someday
someday, we'll be bored and
won't have time for these
catastrophe anymore
pomegranate daffodil
if you take love for granted
regret it you will
cuz no darkness can take us
and cloud us forever
no darkness will keep us
from staying together
i said no darkness will keep us
keep us apart
so don't f..ck around anymore
i said don't f..ck around anymore
don't f..ck around anymore
don't f..ck around anymore
