What there was left of us Was all covered in dust and thick skin A half-eaten apple Or the whole Sistine Chapel Painted on the head of a pin A lifelong love's work Gone up in a smirk And you didn't even see her waltz in Now this love is a ghost For having played host To the most unoriginal sin At the wedding we smiled As some devil played wild violin Soon after the chapel She offered me that apple One bite and I was gone with the wind And you needed no proof 'Cause the whole naked truth Was wearing only an infidel's grin And a proud schoolboy's boast For having left his post For the most unoriginal sin Now the jukebox is humming All the venal shortcomings of men But I found me this drink That can finally sink All this guilt that I've been wallowing in Buddy, once you get started Once true love's departed You do it over and over again So tonight I will toast Just whoever comes close To the most unoriginal sin So tonight I will toast Just whoever comes close To the most unoriginal sin