Texty: Jon Foreman. Love Isn't Made.

An hour ago

I felt so low

I almost drowned

Wandering around this messed up town

It's pretty, it's only

I felt so lonely

And I knew all night

I'll never find a face can understand how much I miss you now



So I arrive

At the conclusion

Love isn't made

Love doesn't sell or pay

But we buy and sell our love away



Escaped to the water

I stared at the stars within the sky

I was lying on my back with my fingers in the sand

Alone in my only

It sounds so phony

And yet here I am

It's funny how life is seldom what we plan



So I arrive

At the conclusion

Love isn't made

Love doesn't sell or pay

But we buy and sell our love away

Don't let the pain bring you down (x3)