Love Makes You Happy Paul Heaton + Jacqui Abbott

[Verse 1]
I don't have the glasses to hold the champagne
To celebrate the moment you're in my arms again
I don't the breath to blow the balloons
All that I'm hoping is you're coming home soon

I don't have the bunting or supply of cigars
The 'Welcome Home' banners to hang from the bars
All that I have is these arms that I own
To put 'round your waist and pull you back home

[Chorus]
Strike out the fanfare, she's coming home soon
And all that I own is this untidy room
Bed for my sleeping, table for tea
And love makes you happy, apparently

[Verse 2]
I can't hold the tears to write you this song
To welcome you back after loving you so long
And I ain't got the money to buy you the ride
To get you from there to here by my side

[Chorus]
Strike out the fanfare, she's coming home soon
And all that I own is this untidy room
Bed for my sleeping, table for tea
And love makes you happy, apparently