How?
To be caring and to be gentle
But my beating heart caught me and kicked me out
You called me a sweetheart,
an easy lover But the face you were kissing was a lie
And the kissin'
was not the sun
The beatin' is the only thing I've got I'll cut it up all open
We were the illusion on which we stumbled
The fictional reasons brought us here
But it'd rather be a lost case than stay with you
The beatin' is the only thing I've got I'll cut it up all open