OUR LOVE WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. worn out from the battle of the sexes and holding a grudge as big as Texas, my love, my love, my love, my love, come rest your head and stop your weeping. our love, our love, our love, our love isn't dead, it's only sleeping. II. is it sleeping or six feet under? black lightning and silent thunder? my love, my love, my love, my love, are we wed or split asunder? our love, our love, our love, our love isn't dead, but then I wonder. III. (instrumental) my love, my love, my love, my love, your smoking bed is only steaming. our love, our love, our love, our love isn't dead, it's only dreaming. IV. until we're on the same page, until we're both the same age, until there's a flame and we can fan it, until we're on the same planet . . . my love, my love, my love, my love, come rest your head and stop your weeping. our love, our love, our love, our love isn't dead, it's only sleeping. © Copyright 2008 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.