We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves With forty hours, television and prescription pills Well, I take two a day to help my brain behave It never does, but who's to say? At least my doctor gets paid.
And me I'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man when you're scared, just like a little kid.
So you can try and live in darkness but you will never shake the light. It will greet you every morning and make you more aware with its absence at night
You took off your clothes and left on the light, You stood there so brave, you used to be shy, Each feature improved, each movement refined, And eyes like a showroom.
I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss So many men stronger than me Have thrown their backs out trying to lift it But me I'm not a gamble You can count on me to split The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
No lies, just love.
Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody! How grateful I was, then, to be part of the mystery, To love, and to be loved! Let's just hope that is enough.
So don't be fooled, so don't get lied to Love was always cruel And don't act strange, don't be a stranger It happened to me, now it's happening to you But if you'd take that train underwater Then we could talk it through
Oh, I've made love, yeah, I've been fucked, so what? I'm a cartoon, you're a full moon, let's stay up.
It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living
If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.
If the world could remain within a frame Like a painting on a wall, Then I think we would see the beauty, then We would stand staring in awe At our still lives posed Like a bowl of oranges, Like a story told By the fault lines and the soil.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.