Life is not what you do what you say
We took it apart and it's not by design by mistake
It's a patient little secret that you keep until your dying day

Love is not about how you scream
We took it apart and it's not so divine or obscene
It's a patient little fish who stirs the milk inside your dish cultivates your cream

The temperature in here is rising I think it's you
One by one the crowd is dying I'm begging you to come back
I can't get by When I see the headlights on the highway, dear God I try

Suffer the boys but do not believe what they say
We're simple and coy, but we're not pretty words on the page
In between the love we speak and silent sex inside our touch is sweet sweet rage

Once this cigarette starts burning it's got to end
Naked bodies, planets turning, it's got to end, in fact
You're right, I'm wrong This is not a tragedy. It's just a song.