I would rather do anything
 Than write this song for you
And perpetuate this thing
In my head, in my living room
 With the usual arsenal
Of broken chords and rusty strings
 To surrender all

And I don't like to be so weak
 Retreating behind these lines
The same old tongue-in-cheek
 Regretting that both are mine
And I don't like to live this way
 This is really true
But I know better than to pray now
About what I just have to learn to do
But imagine the nerve of God
Letting me let you in
And I thought I could let you go in grace
I've gotta think again

 Because right now I would be bought
and sold
 To see your face somewhere
 I would sell your sweet soul
 Just to touch your crazy black gold hair
 I don't care what's really real
I was someone that you'd heard of
I saw heaven in your eyes
And we made a deal
And that's what I know of love

Music, it never goes
 But I told you I hate that shit
 When people say"well you know
You got a song out of it"
 But I don't know what else to do
 I would rather be anywhere
 Than here without you