"Four Leaf Clover" lyrics

She's on the bed, so I'm tiptoeing around
It's not her fault, yeah, she shouldn't wait around

I know she's really getting sick of me
And it's always my fault, yeah, I'm begging, hands and knees
Covered eyes, but I wanna see
And the ceiling is cracked and it's gonna cave in

But the party's almost over
And it's getting out of hand
She's still my four-leaf clover
Let me hold her in my hands
Hold her in my hands

And on the bed, I couldn't make a sound
It's not her fault, yeah, she shouldn't wait around

I wanna be what she wants to see
In a bar full of fools, yeah, they almost gave it to me
She knows she really shouldn't follow me
And the ceiling's cracked and it's gonna cave in

But the party's almost over
And it's getting out of hand
She's still my four-leaf clover
Let me hold her in my hands
And your body's almost broken
And you're lying on the sand
She's still my four-leaf clover
Let me hold her in my hands
And let us crash-land

Let us crash-land
So let us crash-land
Yeah, let us crash-land
So let us crash-land