Lyrics

AS GOOD AS IT GETS

Friday afternoon
The wind is still
The sun is hard to find
Against my will
And how I try to abandon
The things you said
I must get used to the thought
of you In someone´s bed

Just as good as gold
A taste of paradise
Behind the waterfall
Deep in my heart
I really know
This is as good as it gets

The show goes on tonight
But I don´t seem to find
What could be my reward
And how I try not to think of you
And what you do
I must get rid or the thought
of me, of me and you

Just as good as gold
A shine of paradise
Behind the waterfall
Deep in my heart
I really know
This is as good as it gets


Words and music by Carl Lidberg