You say our love Is like dynamite Well you're killing me Why don't you just set me free Too young to fall in love Run for the hills We're both sinners and saints Not a woman but a whore I can just taste the hate

Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things

We'll stagger home after midnight Sleep arm-in-arm in the stairwell We'll fall apart on the weekend These nights go on and on and on Bite your lips, your word's a robbery Do you grin inside, you're killing me All along we talked of forever I kinda think