"Love Makes You Happy" lyrics - PAUL HEATON

I don't have the glasses
To hold the champagne
To celebrate the moment
You're in my arms again
I don't have the breath
To blow the balloons
All that I'm hoping
Is you're coming home again

I don't have the bunting or
Supply of cigars
The 'Welcome Home' banners
To hang from the bars
All that I have
Is these arms that I own
To put round your waist
And pull you back home

Strike out the fanfare
She's coming home soon
And all that I own
Is this untidy room
Bed for my sleeping
Table for tea
And love makes you happy
Apparently

I can't hold the tears in
To write you the song
To welcome you back
After loving you so long
And I ain't got the money
To buy you the ride
To get you from there
To here by my side

As I wait at the station
A rose in my hand
I don't have the choir
Or the military band
Glass made to shatter
Eggs made to break
As sure as I'm standing
A heart's made to ache