Your Love

I gave you my hand, you gave me one chance I wish I never wanted this troubled romance I see right through you, you shine through me You're still my kind of glory a kind of ecstasy It's been a few weeks waiting by the phone Waiting for my girl to call home I'm talking to myself, I'm turning to above When all I really need is a little of your love A little of your love Love all, trust none, hear people out, then run A broken heart and the shattered bones Take a trip out of your pessimist soul The truth is you're just hurt But see finding some happiness takes a little hard work I'm talking to myself, I'm turning to above When all I really need is a little of your love A little of your love A little of your love