No Promises - William Fitzsimmons

Love is whistling

Past the graveyard after dark

Love is listening

For the good inside a heart

Of no, no, no

Promises

Of no, no, no

Promises

Love is infinite

Pretty flowers and diamond rings

Love feels permanent

When the wedding singer sings

Of no, no, no

Promises

Of no, no, no

Promises

Soon he’s fast asleep

While you’re lying there awake

And you’re Googling lawyers

On your lunch break

Oh, no, no, no

Promises

Oh, no, no, no

Promises

God, I would love for this all to work out

But hey, no promises

Oh, no, no, no

Hope the roof holds

When the house begins to shake

Hope there’s always arms to catch you

When the branches break

God, I would love for this all to work out

But hey, no promises

Oh, no, no, no

Promises

Oh, no, no, no

Promises

God, I would love for this all to work out

But hey, no promises

Oh, no, no, no

Oh, no, no, no

Oh, no, no, no

Oh, no, no, no

Oh, no, no, no

Oh, no, no, no