Jazz Butcher

I Hate Love

Jazz Butcher


Now the winter's nearly gone 
And the living come alive, Marianne. 
But April's getting harder every year 
But you get harder to survive. 
Baby, baby 
No more cooing like a dove. 
I hate love. 
Now the night is nearly gone 
But the fever won't subside, Marianne 
I'm making it a part of me, 
I thought I'd long since given up and died 
Baby, baby 
push moves on to shove. 
I hate love. 
So I'm sitting here alone, 
It's nearly getting light, Marianne. 
Wait a little longer there's a chance 
The day might turn back into night. 
Baby, baby 
And that's half the battle won. 
So I'm waiting for the sun. 
Waiting for the sun. 
You tell me I'm the friend you'll miss, 
well if I didn't love you girl, my God, 
I'd hate you for this. 
But I'm tryin, tryin 
I know it must be borne 
So I'm waiting for the dawn. 
Waiting for the dawn. (x3)