Weak With Love - Susanna Hoffs

December eighth in nineteen-eighty

I was home on Avondale

Boys were playin' basketball

When the news came in.

And I heard my brother say, «Oh my God!»

I said, «What's the matter, Jesse?»

He said, «I don’t wanna tell you this»

And he would not meet my eyes.

Please comfort me

And shelter me

I am weak with love

Comfort me

And shelter me

I am weak with love

The policeman laid him in the police car

He was shot and bleeding

Then he said, «Are you John Lennon?»

John couldn’t speak but he nodded «yeah».

And I heard my brother say, «Oh my God!»

I said, «What's the matter, Jesse?»

He said, «I don’t wanna tell you this»

So he took me for a drive.

Please comfort me

And shelter me

For I am weak with love

Comfort me

And shelter me

Well, I am weak with love

Love, love, love.