We are all
contestants
in your
silly little game
Your love's only
expression
is your
personal gain
You think that
you're delicious
in anything you do
With silence
as my witness
your cacophony's
the truth
So I'll ask
don't lose
what's already lost
I'm begging you
don't lose
what's already lost
Because
how can you think
that you've figured
this out
You haven't
got the range
How do you think
that the man
gets made
It isn't magically
You never sought
salvation
A life was
being played
But still you're
getting married
You're gonna
get paid
Hard not to be
suspicious
of everything
you do
His absence
is a sickness
His presence
goes too smooth
So I'll ask
please don't
walk out that door
I'm begging you
don't dare walk
through that door
Because
how can you think
that you've
figured this out
You haven't
got the range
How do you think
that the man
gets made
It isn't magically
Why do you think
that the world
owes you
You and no-one else
Wet bed drip-fed
there's no hope
No we never
stood a chance
Real love
is much better
than this
Real love
is much better
Is it real love
Is it real love
Real love
is much better
than this
Real love
is much better
Is it real love
Is it real love
How can you think
that you've
figured this out
You haven't
got the range
How do you think
that the man
gets made
It isn't magically
Why do you think
that the world
owes you
You and no-one else
Wet bed drip-fed
there's no hope
No we never
stood a chance