Roxette — The Weight of the World

Sunday morning I'm still hiding in bed Listening to the rhythm of the rain above my head And all that I have said I sure saved a lot for you But what could I do? If I'd been talking to the wall It wouldn't make any difference to you That's the art of being you I think I carry the weight of the world Sometimes you lose The weight of the world Sometimes you cry I kiss your smile I wish you'd stay the night I put my arms around your golden head and turn out the light Oh I love to watch your eyes When I make love to you Wait little world Sometimes you lose The weight of the world Sometimes you cry Sometimes you cry The weight of the world Sometimes you lose The weight of the world Sometimes you cry Sometimes you cry