Second Hand

Your love, your love is second hand, you know

You didn't let me see at all,

You dragged your own feelings here to us

I walk; I walk until I see the place,

That reminds me of yesterday

And throw all your lies away

You could have done it so much better,

You could have told me I was never the one

And never lend me your heart

I'm a disorder but you weren't too much order

I can fly with you

Start, restart, undo

But I can never forget the pain you made

I"m not L.A to you (2)

Once more

Your talks, your talks are second hand, you know

And I don't want them any more

To be next to my sweet, sweet, sweet soul

I thought that you and I could make a song

Telling all the stories of how loners do go on

I still hear your guitar in my ear

And I hear you whispering your lot

I feel, I feel your heart

Beating fast enough to be making love, to be making love

You could have told me I was never the one

And never lend me your heart

I'm a disorder but you weren't too much order

I can fly with you

Start, restart, undo

But I can never forget the pain you made

I''m not L.A to you (2)

Once more