| Song | Untitled (Love Song) |
| Artist | Counting Crows |
| Album | Nashville |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| If tonight’s the night, then today’s my day | |
| That I should hang it all on display. | |
| Yours was just a loser's game, | |
| And I decided that I should play. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won’t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won’t be soon to forget. | |
| Felt the wind’s direction bringing change. | |
| Clouds so softly full of rain. | |
| The Summer fell and the Winter sprang. | |
| Now it’s all a feeling I can’t get back again. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won’t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won’t be soon to forget. | |
| Cloudy thoughts against a clear blue sky. | |
| When the feeling came, I felt like getting high, | |
| With no sense to try to find my peace of mind. | |
| ‘Cause maybe baby I was born to win, dissatisfied. | |
| And you know I cannot live or die, so | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won’t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won’t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won’t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won’t be soon to forget. |
| If tonight' s the night, then today' s my day | |
| That I should hang it all on display. | |
| Yours was just a loser' s game, | |
| And I decided that I should play. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Felt the wind' s direction bringing change. | |
| Clouds so softly full of rain. | |
| The Summer fell and the Winter sprang. | |
| Now it' s all a feeling I can' t get back again. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Cloudy thoughts against a clear blue sky. | |
| When the feeling came, I felt like getting high, | |
| With no sense to try to find my peace of mind. | |
| ' Cause maybe baby I was born to win, dissatisfied. | |
| And you know I cannot live or die, so | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. |
| If tonight' s the night, then today' s my day | |
| That I should hang it all on display. | |
| Yours was just a loser' s game, | |
| And I decided that I should play. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Felt the wind' s direction bringing change. | |
| Clouds so softly full of rain. | |
| The Summer fell and the Winter sprang. | |
| Now it' s all a feeling I can' t get back again. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Cloudy thoughts against a clear blue sky. | |
| When the feeling came, I felt like getting high, | |
| With no sense to try to find my peace of mind. | |
| ' Cause maybe baby I was born to win, dissatisfied. | |
| And you know I cannot live or die, so | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. | |
| Throw your arms around my neck, | |
| I won' t be soon to forget. |