Cue green lights, not annoying or bright
It’s fine if you stop loving me, It’s fine if you start hating me
Soft grey tones of a lover’s low moans
2010 might pull out the rug and find you alone
How many eggs do you lay and
How many times would you say
You’ve slept in without fear of David?
How many holes filled with heavenly souls
Are written in this modern kind of wayo
And at the sight of your name only the good things remain
To see the good things you came to see the good things you came
Girls and clothes and lines; the things that you refuse to hide
Don’t know what to say and listeners just shy away
Guardian of love, memory or happenstance
I know where you live
And I know where you make romance
At the sight of your name only the good things remain to see the good things
You came to see the good things you came

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