all of your little failures

fake misery screaming from the stage you're on

so come down off your soapbox opera

cut the bullshit

i've had it with your misery

i've got a feeling that your emo-tional spat is wearing thing



can you feel the love between us?

i can feel it coming on

i bite my lip untl there's nothing left to kiss

i pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel



your masquerade, tell me when shit it do you get it on you

because they believe every little thing you say

so come down off your dead horse

ripping off an old sore

talking loud ain't saying shit

yes, i can see it now-the cover of rolling stone

looking absolutely miserable



can you feel the love between us?

i can feel it coming on

i bite my lip untl there's nothing left to kiss

i pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel



i'll bite my lip until there's nothing left to kiss

i'll pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel

i'll scream these words until there's nothing left to say

it's the love between us



can you feel the love between us?

i can feel it coming on

i bite my lip untl there's nothing left to kiss

i pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel

i bite my lip untl there's nothing left to kiss

i pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel 

(until there's nothing left to feel)