"Hardly Friends Barely Lovers" lyrics
Hardly friends and barely lovers
Back to back beneath the covers
And what little is left is hanging on by a golden thread
Well, love is the victim and pride is the suspect
And we're both caught red-handed, holding the smoking gun
You won't budge, and I won't bend
We're both wide awake at 3:00 a.m.
A million miles apart, lying here in this king-size bed
'Cause we're hardly friends and barely lovers
Back to back beneath the covers
And what little is left is hanging on by a golden thread
And like a slow sad country song long after the fire is gone
Loves his ice cold as a cold beer down at the honky-tonking bar
Oh, 'cause you won't budge, and I won't bend
We're both wide awake at 3:00 a.m.
A million miles apart lying here in this king-size bed
'Cause we're hardly friends and barely lovers
Back to back beneath the covers
And what little is left is hanging on by a golden thread
And what little is left is hanging on by a golden thread
Hardly friends and barely lovers
Back to back beneath the covers
And what little is left is hanging on by a golden thread
Well, love is the victim and pride is the suspect
And we're both caught red-handed, holding the smoking gun
You won't budge, and I won't bend
We're both wide awake at 3:00 a.m.
A million miles apart, lying here in this king-size bed
'Cause we're hardly friends and barely lovers
Back to back beneath the covers
And what little is left is hanging on by a golden thread
And like a slow sad country song long after the fire is gone
Loves his ice cold as a cold beer down at the honky-tonking bar
Oh, 'cause you won't budge, and I won't bend
We're both wide awake at 3:00 a.m.
A million miles apart lying here in this king-size bed
'Cause we're hardly friends and barely lovers
Back to back beneath the covers
And what little is left is hanging on by a golden thread
And what little is left is hanging on by a golden thread
Hardly friends and barely lovers
