Conditions
Sanguine psychology is wearing me out
Measure the gap between someday and right now
The odd dichotomy of breathing and life
Of chasing you down and sleeping at night
Everybody here talks the same way
Everybody here thinks the same thing
But love cannot be bought though I can be
Reaching for her cheek I see my touch is always free
My love has got conditions
Love cannot be bought though I can be
Holding down her dress she sees my touch is always free
My love has got conditions
When you were running wild I was thinking it over
Trying to hold this whole thing down
You were running wild, I was thinking it over
Everybody here used to stand for the Everyman
And most of us agree that we need to make some changes
They should be ashamed of their corporate coup d'état
And we should be ashamed we let them take it that far
Trade not your soul, Love
And fight till your hands break
Be not deceived, you're necessary, Baby