The wind sways the trees and the raindrops on the leaves

Tumble down, down my neck in the breeze



Yes, it's true I hid out in the shadow of your doubt,

And this medal that I wear is not for bravery, I'm afraid



And we're both going to have to accept

That this might be as good as it gets

As our love for each other respects

Neither rule nor reason



The Queen on her throne plays Shirley Bassey

records when she's all on her own

And she looks out the window

And cries



What should I do? Scratch off all of my tattoos?

And forget those girls' names?

But you're not about to let me do that, are you?



And we're both going to have to accept

That this might be as bad as it gets

As our love for each other respects

Neither rule nor reason



And we're both going to have to accept

That this might be as big as it gets

As our love for each other respects

Neither rule nor reason