Interpret:

Robert Plant

Album:

Walking Into Clarksdale

Oh, speak to me - tell me the truth
Why don't you let me know?
Oh, throw me the key - I'm locking it up
I think it's time to go


And when I think about it now
We built a house of love somehow


Oh, talk to me - you're packing your clothes
You leave me walking the floor
Oh, feels strange to me - I'm losing control
I cant feel you any more


And when I think about it now
We built a house of love somehow
It hurts a little too much
It hurts a little too much


Oh, my crazy arms - so empty now
So cold, like dying slow
Oh, remember me - I can't forget
You touched my very soul


And when I think about it now
We built a house of love somehow
A little too much
It hurts a little too much
It hurts a little too much
It hurts a little too much


Ah, you hurt me girl
Oh, you really, really do now
Ah, you hurt me child
You know you really, really do now
But things get better, baby


When I was born I was running
Just running so hard
But things get much better baby
It's so hard - it's so hard, so hard
Keep a-running, keep a-running, yes
Things get better, baby


My crazy arms - so empty now
So cold, like dying slow
Oh, remember me - I can't forget
You touched my very soul


And when I think about it now
We built a house of love somehow
Just a little too much


Yeah, too much
It's just a little too much
It's just a little too much