paroles de chanson Love Makes You Happy - Paul Heaton feat. Jacqui Abbott

I don't have the glasses
To hold the champagne
To celebrate the moment
You're in my arms again
I don't have the breath
To blow the balloons
All that I'm hoping
Is you're coming home soon

I don't have the bunting or
Supply of cigars
The 'Welcome Home' banners
To hang from the bars
All that I have
Is these arms I own
To put round your waist

And pull you back home

Strike out the fanfare
She's coming home soon
And all that I own
Is this untidy room
Bed for my sleeping
Table for tea

And love makes you happy
Apparently

I can't hold the tears in
To write you the song
To welcome you back
After loving you so long
And I ain't got the money

To buy you the ride
To get you from there
To here by my side

Strike out the fanfare
She's coming home soon
And all that I own
Is this untidy room
Bed for my sleeping
Table for tea
And love makes you happy
Apparently

As I wait in the station
A rose in my hand
I don't have the choir
Or the military band
Glass made to shatter
Eggs made to break
As sure as I'm standing
A heart's made to ache

Strike out the fanfare
She's coming home soon
And all that I own
Is this untidy room
Bed for my sleeping
Table for tea
And love makes you happy
Apparently
And love makes you happy
Apparently
And love makes you happy
Apparently
And love makes you happy
Apparently