A-h the city th-e speed of the city
The fashion and the passion of, billboards on the busses
Make another dollar
Make another call on your cell phone
Satellite brings it all into focus n-ow
Bring it a-ll home
Love is a contact sport
Beauty is an aisle at the supermarket
Truth is a notion to be left behind
Burned and buried not seek and find
I still, hate to go home
I still, hate to go home alone
(L-ove, is o-ver)
(G-one)
(G-one)
The checkout at the grocery
The girls in the magazines
Skinnier than subscription cards, that fall to the floor
And get, dusted under shelves and shelves of candy
Sweet like a nothing whispered in an ear
Sweet like the words we all want to hear
Like, love joy patience, peace kindness understanding
I know I can’t belong here
I know I can’t be from here
But I still, hate to go home alone
I still hate to go home alone
(L-ove, is o-ver)
(Gone gone gone)
(L-ove, is o-ver)
(G-one)
(G-one)
(G-one)
(Just a f-airytale)
(3X)
