Lyrics: Rebecca Emms
Music: Rebecca Emms/Josh Korody
Your love is fresh poured concrete thick
No one can touch it with a stick
Your love makes me feel sick
You clawed your way down to the quick
Your love fits me with perfect ease
Slowly it grows like a disease
Your love is gonna be the death of me and no one else will ever see
Your love could withstand hurricanes
See you just standing in the rain
Your love is never gonna be enough
And maybe that is just our luck