Nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissapate in a violent blaze
Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around your self
I submit my incentive is romance
I watch the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just feel crazy like the good old days
Yeah, you make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around your self
We spies, we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies, we slow hands
Killer for hire you know not yourself
We spies, intimate, slow hands
You let the face slap around the self
We spies, we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies, we slow hands
Killer for hire you know not yourself
We spies, intimate, slow hands
You let the face slap around the self
Writer(s): Samuel Fogarino, Paul Banks, Daniel Kessler, Carlos Dengler
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