Eva

For so many reasons I lost you, my love

And how could I ever accept what I've done

Oh, I've been a preacher, a saint, yet I've sinned

Now I'm looking for you in a bottle of gin

For we were the wonders we met on our way

And we've been the bastards that threw it away

You know what they say: time heals all of the pains

And I will be sitting here drinking my way to that day

And I can't let you go, wishing your hands were in mine

No, I won't let you go: how's this supposed to be right

And I'll cry all night, waiting for you to be by my side