Текст песни Sweetheart - Lamb

The devil makes work
For idle hands to do
He can take these hands
If they′re not touching you

And these lips of mine
Would rather turn to stone
Than kiss another now that you are gone

Sweetheart
I'm so alone
Sweetheart
When are you coming home

Sweetheart
I′m so alone
Sweetheart
When are you coming home

I know that love's
A many splendoured thing
If loses it's charm
Without the joy you bring

And happiness
Can be an empty term
But I′be found heaven
Nestling in your arms
And now you′ve gone

Sweetheart
I'm so alone
Sweetheart
When are you coming home
Sweetheart
I′m so alone
Sweetheart
When are you coming home
When are you coming home

Sweetheart
I'm so alone
Sweetheart
When are you coming home
Sweetheart
I′m so alone
Sweetheart
When are you coming home

(Sweetheart of mine)
(Sweetheart of mine)
Sweetheart of mine
Sweetheart
Sweetheart of mine
Sweetheart
When are you coming home