Something is hidden in the dark behind this picture That we never wish to trace And when was it last that you barely restrained the desire For to punch in my face? These days we only ever talk to fight And I know we may never quite stitch this back together But you ought to know that I love you so and still And so and still Still and so Something is lost, this much is clear And I don't know what either of us expects Or even if we stand a chance in the face our occasional cruelties And my persecution complex These days we only ever talk to fight And I know we may never quite stitch this back together But you ought to know that I love you so and still And so and still Still and so These days we only ever talk to fight And I know we may never quite stitch this back together But you ought to know (Run, run, run away, run away) (Run, run, run away, run away) I love you so (Run, run, run away, run away)