Why are you singing me love songs? What good is a love song? What good is a love song without the love? (Ooh) Without the love Why are we acting like lovers? We don't know each other Even though we used to rule the world A love song without the love And

In the evidence of its brilliance Would you like to try? Connect to the sky Brilliance? Future lovers ride, Their ambitions high I'm gonna tell you about love Come with me Let's forget your life

It's too late to be grateful It's too late to be late again It's too late to be hateful The European cannon is here The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be

Where, where are we now? Slip on down from that sun To climb down to earth And down to things like time Because we are all, we are all just lovers Born of earth and light like all these others We are all, we are all Oh, I wonder Fixing up to swallow me

I just want to get closer than close to you. I know that one way or the other Any test of my faith will do. And lovers fall for lovers' friends. We make each other cry, Living in each others lives And trying to make the fantasy come true. She'll read

Is this love that I'm feelin' Is this love that's been keepin' me up all night Is this love that I'm feelin Is this love I've heard talk of blind devotion Lovers through thick and thin Lives touched with real emotion Faithful 'til the bitter end Now, I

Before we go too far Bring your love on back to me Stop this insanity How did we ever lose our way? And try to say love is a losing game We were lovers And the best of friends Sometimes the lover Can be angry 'till the end

Baby, we ain't never been bad lovers Baby, we ain't never been Love, we can laugh it off But one thing's certain, not one time never, no We both know we're better off, under covers Yeah, we might not string all the good times together Sun coming up

Far away like a radio All broke down, comin' in low Red lights flash, static and snow I was ridin' shotgun with the driver The lovers and the rounders Come along with me to L.A. Me and my bride On a Greyhound back

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your