There's nothing like a humble disrespect
For the sanctity of love
They talk of it
Like it was a game
Sign in
Or resign
I want to hear everything
You think I don't want to hear
Imagine having a row in Heaven
Over trifles
There's so many years left
To find out what happens
So many years left
Of meeting old friends
You punish me, I punish you
In ways of which we can't be proud
Hopefully in time we'll forget
As much as we can
Sign in or resign
Maybe we could spend our days
Just staring into a wall
And when we starve to death
At least we'll make them wonder
There's so many years left
To find out what happens
So many years left
Of meeting old friends
