Like a ring gone down the drain Our love in sunlight, at evening, pain Like vermin Roman sewers bring Pain and love, oh yeah, are the same thing Are the same thing,
In my opinion, we are the red birth mark From the old storybook, "Equal light, equal dark" Now let's flip a coin to see now who's yin and who is yang It defies opinion whether they're the same thang
Nothing in common; our blood, thicker than broth We're cut from different sides of the same cloth Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening Have nothing in common, yet they're both the same thing
The same street, the same address The same white hair, the same black dress The same sameness from opposites cling Pain and love, oh yeah, are the same thing Are the same thing,
Nothing in common; our blood, thicker than broth We're cut from different sides of the same cloth Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening Have nothing in common, yet they're both the same thing
In my opinion, a line is never crossed Until now, my inner feelings were always lost Through spirit or season, does the human voice sing? Death and opinion they are the same thing
Nothing in common; our blood, thicker than broth We're cut from different sides of the same cloth Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening Have nothing in common, yet they're both the same thing