for 40 days and 40 nights
she found a wrong in every right
like every rain, yes every drop
falls from a cloud and cannot stop
until it hits right where she drips
she hits the glass with every trip
and swears to God she never knew
and swears to me she's got like too
much love...
too much love

and like a rain she needs to drop
falls from a cloud and just can't stop
up all the holes she leaves behind
a million breadcrumbs in a line
she paints expressions she can't wear
inside her head she loves them there
beside her bed at every turn
on every dime she takes to learn
how she was blessed with this alone
behind the glass and on the phone
she swears to me she really knew
but swears to God she's got like too
much love...
too much love

and I won't mind, if you tell me not to
and I won't find anything I'm not supposed to
I said I won't mind, baby if you swear to
help me not to find a thing wrong with too much love...
like too much love