There's thieves among us
Painting the walls
With all kinds of lies, and lies
I never told it all
What's in my pocket?
You never knew
You didn't know me well
So well, as I knew you

And I know and you know too
That a love like ours is terrible news
But that won't stop me crying
No, that won't stop me crying over you

I'm not a prophet
Old love is in me
New love just seeps right in
And it makes me guilty
Why do you look like that?
It's not all that bad
I'll see you sometimes
Sometimes, lonely isn't sad

And I know and you know too
That a love like ours is terrible news
But that won't stop me crying
No, that won't stop me crying over you
No, that won't stop me crying over you

We two are makers
Just made this mess
Two broken hearts don't beat
Any less, oh
There's thieves among us
Painting the walls
With all kinds of lies and lies
I never told it all

And I know and you know too
That a love, like ours is terrible news
But that wont stop me crying
No, that wont stop me crying over you
No, that wont stop me crying over you
No, that wont stop me crying over you, you, you