This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate Oh so intricate yeah I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And don't really care which side wins Long as the room keeps

You are a fairy-tale Don't you wanna stay? I hope that you don't run away We should run away I can hear them tapping on the ground Where do we wanna go? I know an ambush where we won't be found And so we went to the place, honey Listening to the

As we were, so perfect, so happy Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned The music played with a calming frequency The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion Creating a seductive

Hopelessly drifting, bathing in beautiful agony Life was so simple then We were so innocent Stunned and bewildered Cold and afraid Torn up and broken Frightened and dazed I am endlessly falling, lost in this wonderful misery In peaceful sedation, I lay

Shouldn't I be with you Pretending I don't care When you know as well as I Or just a second wind For the good old song that we use to call pretending What would you have me do Just turn and walk out on you And leave you standing there That would be

All I know is I've heard this all before Reality's a bore (is a bore) You ask me to believe it (never believe) Something they provide Can't bring myself to, do what You want me to (want me to) This is who we are and (who we are) Nothing's gonna change

Love isn't good enough And the waves in the sea They slip away just like me So let go, oh You weren't good enough Only dark hearts (You're vicious now, yeah you're vicious now!) Waking up I don't feel alive How fucked up are we inside

I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh The way we've always done before My hands are tied It feeds the rich while it buries the poor I don't need one more war Look at your young men

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity