This monument to the matron

Quick change of mood when you came in

A nervous introduction

Then we can form invincible alliance

But you're growing fond of deception

With all the things that you forget to mention

And every indiscretion pushes me further away



Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging

I know, I know I'd rather live with nothing

Negative, maybe but I've been working on it

Progress just moves so slowly



We are growing more and more distant

We are growing more and more distant

Miss model mess hits the pavement young

Young debutante formed a habit

Measures that may seem drastic

Whatever makes you feel accepted

But I'm going south for the season

With nothing but a paperback companion

And mine is the only opinion

With which I'll have to agree



Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging

I know, I know I'd rather live with nothing

Negative, maybe but I've been working on it

Progress just moves so slowly



Each and every under pass

That bears the declaration

Of a dated love affair

And the number of Satan

I was educated there

By the commuter station

The burdens you're bearing with

Threaten to break the back of the widow

That weeps when she wakes



We are growing more and more distant

We are growing more and more...



Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging

I know, I know I'd rather live with nothing

Negative, maybe but I've been working on it

Progress just moves so slowly