William Fitzsimmons - No Promises

Love is whistling Past the graveyard after dark Love is listening For the good inside a heart Of no, no, no Promises Of no, no, no Promises Love is infinite Pretty flowers and diamond rings Love feels permanent When the wedding singer sings Of no, no, no Promises Of no, no, no Promises Soon he’s fast asleep While you’re lying there awake And you’re Googling lawyers On your lunch break Oh, no, no, no Promises Oh, no, no, no Promises God, I would love for this all to work out But hey, no promises Oh, no, no, no Hope the roof holds When the house begins to shake Hope there’s always arms to catch you When the branches break God, I would love for this all to work out But hey, no promises Oh, no, no, no Promises Oh, no, no, no Promises God, I would love for this all to work out But hey, no promises Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no