You've got it bad

And if I could hold you
Where would you belong
And if I could listen
To half the words you say
Would your pathway glisten
And help you on your way

Oh you've got it bad
But you never should expect cover
Oh you've got it so bad
Worse than any other

If I was in your shoes
Would it be the same
Would you sit in silence
While I dish out the blame

And if the world was laughing
Would you close your ears
There is no creed of chanting
To make the world more clear

If I brought you flowers
Would you watch them grow
Springtime is for certain
To follow on the snow

Oh you've got it bad
But you never should expect cover
Oh you've got it so bad
Worse than any other

Oh you've got it bad
But you never should expect cover
Oh you've got it so so bad
Worse than any other