Desire imitations Fading passions You say I don't hold you The way I used to
Fantastic illusions Harsh assumptions You say I don't kiss you The way I used to
And there's a hole where your heart used to be Heaven help you Hate where love used to be (...) but I'll help you
Stop holding on so damn tight Yeah, love is like, it's like a bird in flight The tighter you grip The looser it slips Love is like, it's like a bird in flight
Life of millionaires Such extraordinaire Bet they don't kiss any differently Life of movie stars Perfect stripped to parts I bet they don't taste any differently
And our (...) lives where light used to stay Heaven help you There's lines on your face where a smile used to play (...) but I'll help you
