If I said there was no love lost,
would you turn around?
slip into a vacant bedroom,
start to feel unwound?
around the arches she'll be waiting,
a camera in her hand
if she calls out, will I answer?
will she understand?
I'm over the top with you,
at last,
I'm feeling it all come through,
at last,
at last,
yeah, at last,
mmm, at last,
and when you come by
with that look on,
can I hold the gaze?
and if I come back
from the center,
will you be amazed,
and take a photo,
sentimental,
every time you come,
spend the evening
picking styles off,
trying to understand
I'm over the top with you,
at last,
I'm feeling it all come through,
at last,
at last,
yeah, at last,
mmm, at last,
at last it's feeling
like I found myself,
(yeah, at last)
pick up from last time
and nurse it back to health
you carried a heavy weight,
somewhere under the weight,
I will find you