There's a little bit of you in me,
And though we're afraid to say it,
We want to keep it down,
'Cause I want what I have to reach,
When I'm on the verge of one lane,
It's no use now.
And you froze when I showed I cared,
When we've all forgotten how to live,
How to bend,
And you stop, to say it's true,
As we toast to the last dead honeymoon,
Honeymoon,
Where do we go? Where do we hide,
Two thousand years, and,
What did we find?
Thrown back, how we beg, how we plead,
Your life slowed down, you cannot believe in me,
Where do we go?
Where do we hide?
Two thousand years, and,
What did we find?
Thrown back, how we beg,
How we plead,
But into the violets,
Off into the pleasures I've made.