It's a crying shame

Outside in the street

Inside the pouring rain

Still these thoughts remain

I thought we were way beyond this

Our back door wars

And front door bliss

It tears me up

It tears you down

It tears us apart



There's no time for that (no time)

No time for that (no time)

No time for that (no time)

There's no time for that (no time)



Put myself to bed

To sleep it all away

But the morning said