Hello, sweet friend of minenI want to talk, see how you arenWhat’s new? Are you feelin fine?nDo you like South Lake, do you work all the time?nThis whole month has been a wastenAnd I got no taste for goin out.nEvery since you left home I’ve been shame facednBut I’d rather be erased than hold you downnnI never want to be the old hat you put on your pretty head x2nnNow I know I talk to muchnWorry about things that can’t be controllednAnd I can’t decide, always up on the fencenAnd I don’t make no sense, and baby, I know that gets oldnnChorusnnMy tornado, love, tore it all downnNow I am face down in all this muddy guiltnYou know I wanna make you smile againnWarm your heart again like an old worn out quiltnNow listen: Ill be your glove, I’ll be your scarfnI’ll be the cross that covers your heartnBut I don’t want you to get tired of me honey, after such a good startnnChorus x2