There's no use to complain

Or start it off again

There's no sign of weakness in me

Do I compel you like you compel me?

And nothing stays the same

And no one said it would

I would not think of such things if I could...

If I could help myself,

If I could



So put your warm little hands where I can see them

Put those hands on my face

Tell me you love me

And no one else

Or close those little hands

Now they're fists

Now they're little fists



Punch a hole in me with those fists

If you ever wanted to punch a hole in me

And find out what's in me

There's really nothing in me



And nothing stays the same

And nothing ever happens to you that will happen to you again

Or is this the way it was?

Was it this same room, this same fight, this same scene?

With us dancing on the kitchen floor

And the wind climbing in through the open window



I used to hear distant cracks out in the city night

I could swear some one was being shot down

Now we hear that all the time...



So do you like where we're headed?

Does it make sense in your eyes?

Do you miss me, baby, when I fall asleep?

Do you reach out for my arm?

Do you find it's too far away?

Do you?



Now tell me I'm handsome

I will tell you we are really not old at all

There's no use to complain



Still you and no one else



So put your warm little hands where I can see them

Put those hands on my face

Now if you get any out of this

Then that's the thing that makes me sleep all day

And I'll explain my love for you

On another day