Phil Ashmore - Better Than This Lyrics

Does it get much better?
Does it stay the same, do your eyes feel heavy, is it starting to rain?
I don't know if you're happy or not if I'm the one out to blame
If you just stop throwing dishes at me baby I'll do the same

I'll be home on Sunday, I'll be back all week
I'll be holding your head babe, as you falling to sleep
I don't know if you're happy or not or what the problem could be
Here we're safe dug down in the blanket with a problem like me

Does it get much better than this?
Does it get much better than this?
Does it get much better than this?
Does it get much better than this?
Does it get much better than this?
Does it get much better than this?

Did you plan on this sweet thing, as you roll to your seat
Light it up like a candle, almost every week
I don't know if you're smiling or not or if you're looking at me
But there a hundred women in here but you're the one that I see