Just rang to say
I got your valentine
Does it make me yours
Or does it make you mine
It's hard to tell
I struggle with your scrawl
Some words were a little smudged
And some not there at all
I must have been crazy
Lost in your blood-shot eyes again
But love she marches in
And takes us like an army
now and then
now and then
Sometimes no means go
It doesn't matter if it's right
There's a secret doorway
Where day folds into night
I was gonna make us something
There was whiskey on your breath
Standing in my kitchen
What a pretty mess
I must have been crazy
Lost in your blood-shot eyes again
But love she marches in
And takes us like an army
now and then
She takes us like an army
now and then
now and then