And I thought it was true What they meant was what they said
All the codes that you crack When your back is all I see
What a shame to be so lost in the ways of love
And I thought they were good What they meant was what they should
But it came across to you Like a thief in the night Such a different kind of light
What a shame to be so lost in the ways of love
Like at the fair when you stick Your hand through a hole in the wall To a bowl of peeled grapes Touching things that never make sense
Then I recoil from the horror More from Rats With Wings