Fickle love
Nothing like the heavens above
It don´t add up
I went and told the doctor of love
And he, sent me to the priest

Who told me to get down on my knees
But I´m in too deep
There´s quicksand on the battlefield

A love supreme
Lasting like the gold medal dream
There was me and awesome you
Hosting in a heavenly zoo
Just a, a look, a glance
It´s better than the closest of dances
Our love´s assured with me
Even if the picture´s obscured
Even if the picture´s obscured
Two hundred lines
Juliet, you´re growing up blind
You should reinvent your face
Reinvent the whole human race
You were born with so much style

You´ve been ahead for so many years
When you finally met your matching soul
You ran out like a little girl
You ran out like a little girl
You ran out like a little girl
You ran out like a little girl

Prayers and pills
Dusty nights in quivering hotels
You´re an act sublime
You´re Stepford to my Goffin and King singing
Will you still love me?
Tomorrow, when the cocaine is gone
And you smile your smile so big and free
And tell me I should come again
And tell me I should come again
And tell me I should come again
And tell me I should come again