Her actions speak louder than my voice

and make us strangers by love.

I hate the sound of silence

ringing in my ears


so I sing nineteen sad songs

that I know she hates to hear.


what if all my words were lies?

and all my hellos goodbyes?

what price for love we fools do pay?

how do lovers from love abstain?


if i let her touch me

it's just because I'm drunk.

no matter what is said or done, I'm wrong

so as always I'm down


where future narrows and splits in twain

lovers and madmen are sane