Prove My Love Lyrics

The blackthorn key is sitting on a rusted shelf

If you find it, please send it back with a stamp to me

It's in your head the one hand clapping

it is all the noise that you are clearly lacking

Suburbia, at its finest hour

Doing our jobs to feed a monster

When all I wanna do is prove it to you

I wanna prove my love to you

To toil all day, it's a first class paradise

If it's alright with you, I'd like to keep my mouth shut tight

It's in my head the one hand clapping

it is all the noise that I keep having

That I keep having

Ah Suburbia, that's finest hour

Doing our jobs to feed a monster

When all I wanna is prove it to you

I wanna prove my love to you

Alright

I wanna prove my love to you

I wanna prove it right and true

I wanna prove, I wanna to do

All I wanna do is prove my love to you

To you

To you

Ha haw