This Very Second Songtext
von Bill Lloyd

You, she said, are like an unmade bed
One big mess that′s always coming
I might be what you refuse to see
Just one guess then who will fall in line?

This very second I fell in line
This very second I'm falling

I′m in love, I'm in love with you
You refuse to let me win or lose
No time out, no time remaining

I take threats like a misplaced bet
No one gets around to claiming

Who? This very second I'm naming you
This very second I′m claiming

I′m in love, I'm in love with you


I′m not sure about yesterday
I'm not sure about how or why we play
And I′m not so sure about what's in store
I′m only sure about now
Only sure about now

You, she said, are like an unmade bed
One big mess but always fetching
She insists it must go on like this

I confess this fever's catching on
This very second it's catching on
This very second we′re matching wrong or right

I think I′m in love with you
I think I'm in love with you
I think I′m in love with you
I think I'm in love with you
I think I′m in love with you