Yeah, but nobody searches Nobody cares somehow When the loving that you've wasted Comes raining from a hapless cloud And I might stop and look upon your face Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze See the living that surrounds me Dissipate in a violet blaze Can't you see what you've done to my heart And soul? This is a wasteland now We spies We slow hands Put the weights around yourself We spies, oh yeah We slow hands You put the weights all around yourself now I submit my incentive is romance I watched the pole dance of the stars We rejoice because the hurting is so painless From the distance of passing cars But I am married to your charms and grace I just go crazy like the good old days You make me want to pick up a guitar And celebrate…