You say the world you want will always be in love, but love's a phone that you keep hanging up; I see you with your friend, you've got him at your feet; I think that everything you say seems wrong to me; And with your big brown eyes, you can cut him down to size.
Sink towards a kiss of death and half a truth, that taking while it's good fills the hole in you; But in the glimmer of the morning, can you wake up proud, or are you digging yourself out again? And with your own two hands, you can break her heart in two.
Love tonight, but nothing feels right; It doesn't feel right.
Sink towards a kiss of passion, and the truth is that everything you want culminates to:
Love tonight, but nothing feels right; You know you've got to, got to, got to, got to get out, away; You see me crying, dear? You see me smiling, dear? No.
And the movies and the books I read make me emptier; I'm empty! Where's the prince and the horse you need? Is he in a fairytale? Is he on Calvary?