Little Love

you ain't got nothing over me my love,
you ain't got nothing over me,
i'm a poor man running in a rich man's shoes,
chasing all over the city for you but you ain't got nothing over me

we went out of our way to get lost my love,
we went out of our way to get lost,
i span on my head 'til i was sick inside and you stared at the spotlight until you were blind,
we went out of our way to get lost
but we never quite counted the cost,
running a race that can't be slowed down, sweat on your forehead in place of a crown,
we never quite counted the cost my little love

you won't pick me up
though i'm sinking right in front of you
and we have had enough
of all the shit they've given us
don't go your seperate way, don't go your seperate way, don't go your seperate way,
don't go your seperate way