Lost to your mascara, I used to like your eyes

Still got your looks I guess I'm tired of what it all implies

A year ago we called this a good time

Nightmares of love affairs, who cares why?

It's five A.M. and we've got everything we want

And I say don't look now

Taking it while we can

Curse of the frontier land

It's no big secret, folks insist the sickness goes too far

German genius, Paris jet-set breaking down our door

They talk about us like we never tried

Old-moneyed ballroom corpses

Fuss and whine

I don't like quiet rooms but I just can't take that sound