It's too much - there's too much between us-
the years of bags we can't begin to unpack.
I thought that we were different,
we swore we'd never cave
to these suburban doldrums-
the zeitgeist of our age.
And there's no more charity-
yeah, we both stopped servicing-
but we're definitely missionary:
our official position.
Maybe we're getting older,
maybe our hearts are beating slower...
Or, maybe we got tired of the same old dessert,
we grew up in a world of thirty-one flavors.
Maybe we're just tired of this vanilla existence.
Cold love is all that we know
Cold love, no words, no emotion.
Cold love - don't look me in the eye.
Cold love; clean up, kill the lights.
Maybe you've gotten sick of it,
or, maybe I'm just inadequate.
Or, maybe this is stupid - yeah,
maybe we're just chumps
riding this horse and buggy of
antiquated love. We don't know
where it's taking us, but we don't
know where we wanna go, so we
hold on and hope for happiness.
We hold on so we're not alone.
The sheltered life of a couple,
it's like living inside a bubble...
And, god forbid, Cupid ever finish
what he started. Instead, he left us
stranded and broken-hearted.
One more shot of Cupid's
dart, this bubble could have popped.
Instead-
Cold love is all that we know.
Cold love, no warmth, no devotion.
Cold love - it only takes a few minutes.
Cold love; let me know when you're finished.