Love over Desire - Withered Hand

Love over Desire - Withered Hand
I'm not getting on that silver bird
Until my guitar goes into the hold
My resolve collapses as the stewardess naps
Is this me pre programmed to do as I am told
Yes it is and I am a man who makes me sick
Won't somebody split the difference with me
I don't mind the flying just not away from you
Don't give me that crap about doing what you gotta do
Love love love love
Over desire
Don't go breaking my heart
Love love love love
Over desire
She's like don't go breaking my heart
All the foibles of this cruel sweet world
Start to mean much less to me
Playing the puggies in the vegas airport lobby
On our way to Los Angeles
And you said I knew I knew you'd have a way with the word
Love in the time of ecstasy
Don't blow smoke up my a** as we both start to laugh
Put another dollar in the jukebox somebody
Love love love love
Over desire
She's like don't go breaking my heart
Love love love love
Over desire
She's like don't go breaking my heart
As the tired looking cops chewing gum on the concourse
Point their sub machine guns down at the floor
I try to picture the creator even giving a toss when
Oh none of this is here anymore
And though I try I try it's not real to me
This life is not what you thought it would be
I put my hand in my pocket then forgot about the travel p**sy
Another flower on the coffin of monogomy
Love love love love
Over desire
She's like don't go breaking my heart
Love love love love
Over desire
She's like don't go breaking my heart
Don't go breaking my heart
Don't go breaking mine
I'm not getting on that silver bird
Until my guitar goes into the hold
My resolve collapses as the stewardess naps
Is this me pre programmed to do as I am told
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love