Eleanor Mcevoy. Early Hours. At The End Of The Day. Zeneszám

At the start of the day, I don?t need a soul
That?s a part of the day that?s mine alone
As the day moves on, you come to mind
You call me to see if I?m doin? all right
Little things come make me loose my groove
That?s when I find my thoughts returning to you
Much as I would like to believe that I?m immune......

At the end of the day I need your love
At the end of the day I need your touch
At the end of the day I need your arms
At the end of the day I need your love
I need your love....
(...........at the end of the day........)
At the end of the day...
(.......I need your love........)

I?ve had my share of heartache and pain
I?ve come to learn to love again
Some people say love makes you bleed
Some people say it?s all that you need
Sooner or later you learn for yourself
Lovin? is as good and bad as everything else
I?m at a place, where I?m not afraid to say.....

At the end of the day I need your love
At the end of the day I need your touch
At the end of the day I need your arms
At the end of the day I need your love
I need your love....
(...........at the end of the day........)
At the end of the day...
(.......I need your love.........)

(Repeated ad lib)