Hand Grenade

I think it’s time to lob a hand grenade
Into the middle of this grand charade
When everybody’s feeling torn and frayed
Pick up the pieces from the mess I’ve made
Hand grenade, hand grenade, hand grenade

When the stars they shine brightly
When your love it holds me tightly
I’m thinking you are the one
Getting warmer not colder
I’m getting better as I get older
Getting ready, not to run

I think it’s time to lob a hand grenade
Into the middle of this grand charade
When everybody’s feeling torn and frayed
Pick up the pieces from the mess I’ve made
Hand grenade, hand grenade, hand grenade
Hand grenade, hand grenade, hand grenade

When clear skies get clearer
You couldn’t get any nearer
And I’m wondering if I’m the one
You’re talking I’m drinking
Making room for this over thinking
Getting ready to run

Just to test the water
Just to test the water
Just to test the water
Think I’d better rock the boat

I think it’s time to lob a hand grenade
Into the middle of this grand charade
When everybody’s feeling torn and frayed
Pick up the pieces from the mess I’ve made
Hand grenade, hand grenade, hand grenade
Hand grenade, hand grenade, hand grenade
Hand grenade, hand grenade, hand grenade

I think it’s time to lob a hand grenade
Into the middle of this grand charade