If I could give you the world. On a silver platter. Would it even matter?. You'd still be mad at me. If I could find in all this. A dozen roses. That I would give to you.
It's two a.m. and I'm makin' love to a memory. The sound of your footsteps towards my bed ring in my ears. I wait you called my name the smell of your days work.
If I could give you the world on a silver platter. Would it even matter, you'd still be mad at me. If I could find in all this a dozen roses. Which I would give to you, you'd still be miserable.