4th Chance - David Fonseca

I thought we were good

But I just can’t sleep at all

Three times we tried

And three times we went wrong

The first time hurt

The second a shock

I cried the third

You better hold me tight through

This 4th chance on our love

'Cause this season is colder, colder

The 4th wheel on this wagon

The 4th leaf on this lucky clover

A three-legged-chair

Won’t keep me from falling through

And this crooked, cruel world

Well, it seems a lot better with you

The first time hurt

The second a shock

I cried the third

You better hold me tight through

This 4th chance on our love

'Cause this season is colder, colder

The 4th wheel on this wagon

The 4th leaf on this lucky clover

(So) you better hold on

Now just hang on

You better hold on

'Cause we ain’t through

(cinco!) Five oceans fill this heart

(seis!) Six strings on this guitar

(siete!) Seven days to make it right

(ocho!) Those august summer nights

(nueve!) Nine numbers climb into this top

(diez!) Top ten, you better hold me tight

Through this chance on our love

We learn as we grow older, older

A thousand make-up kisses

The fourth leaf on this lucky clover