The Sunday Drivers - Little Chat lyrics

A little chat in your bedroom Is all I'd wish to win I could teach you better and then I'd let you go away You use to cry in the movies You cry at happy ends If I treat you better I guess You will forgive me then Are you sick of what the mirrors give you back? That's the face I love Each one is wishing just for what the other has got. And I, I don't What you say distracts me From who you really are Every time you put me aside I can't help begging To hear you sing in the mornings Oh, if I could keep your voice It would be the song of my choice For every dawning Are you sick of what the mirrors give you back? That's the face I love Each one is wishing just for what the other has got And I, I don't