Another stupid lovesong In which I do all my own stunts Such a disappointment It's like I'm running out of thoughts And you may say I've lost my touch But if you don't expect too much Here we go... Feeling strange but I like it Pouring out like a faucet Rushing forth to greet you Running red like a carpet Bleeding out open-hearted Wouldn't it be nice to I'm tired of feeling restless You draw the air out of my lungs A second adolescence Teenagers tripping on their tongues And you may say I've lost my mind But I'm content to leave it behind Feeling strange but I like it Pouring out like a faucet Rushing forth to greet you Running red like a carpet Bleeding out open-hearted Wouldn't it be nice to Give me a sign Give me a signal Want to be smart Want to be careful Now you're coming over Loneliness is a virtue Staying out after curfew I don't have the nerve to I hardly even know you I thought I'd cut my ties with the mob But now I'm back for one final job Feeling strange but I like it Pouring out like a faucet Rushing forth to greet you Running red like a carpet Bleeding out open-hearted Wouldn't it be nice to Give me a sign Give me a signal Want to be smart Want to be careful Now you're coming over Loneliness is a virtue Staying out after curfew I don't have the nerve to I hardly even know you Yes it's true I hardly even know you Yes it's true Yes it's true