Amen Amen

Amen, amen, are you a friend or are you a lover?
When we don’t talk to each other I get tired again
You said I don’t feel like you have understood a thing
I’ve said all day; I said I think I did but I just move too fast
And I got into my car and sat there in the quiet
True lovers, true lovers, true lovers, they don’t fight

I thought when I found someone it would be easy like Sunday morning
Now I know that nothing’s easy, nothing’s easy but Sunday morning
I live in your house, I sleep in that bed
And now that I’ve arrived here
I want to stay there till I’m dead