We live in a lie The constant lie Family of eyes Talking about common sense Coming through the bedroom window Shine across the ceiling Can't sleep in the nation of imagination You can tell by the way I talk
I got hard feelings
Two mirrors in the middle of the world Passersby thinking modern love Some sensations are better than others Some people's love isn't strong enough
We got hard feelings
We want the common desire The fantasy is a weird dealing We've been told pleasure kills But don't get nervous You can tell You can tell by the way we walk
We got hard feelings
You can tell by the way I talk You can tell by the way we walk
We got hard feelings
(Some people's love is strong enough) We got hard feelings
