Silence, I know I could get used to this Cunning, your sin is something I'm not gonna miss Exile, it's a small price to pay for bliss Alone, like the painter's dog without a bone When there's only one thing you need to own And that is hunger, hunger itself
I know you're (missing) Your (missing) is ripped and it is torn to shreds From all the lovers taken to your beds They're empty now And you think that you can love And you think that you can love And you think that you can love someone in to love
You do your disappearing act x 2
Jealousy, it's not what it's cracked up to be Envy, gets you where you need to be Alone, rather the river than your stepping stones Leave the graveyard before you turn to bones I'm tragic, you're comedy
Oh, baby doll, the dogs are barking, they need to be fed All the lepers you let in your head - is it empty now? Cause you think that can love And you think that you can love And you think that you can love someone into love