Sweet love is keeping a very close score   She's cheated death more than one time   The tears roll down her face and on to the floor   The psychic's been reading her mind      Women with secrets men with their rage   The lines run deeper than words on the page   Breeze through the window, it turns bitter chill   Pretend we don't feel it, lie here real still      Whispered in visions of new earth shine   We volunteer to do nothing again   The world falls around us all we can do is whine   Living out the future of original sin      Women with secrets men with their rage   The lines run deeper than actors on the stage   Breeze through the mountains turns bitter chill   Pretend we don't feel it, lie here real still      Well now follow me to the water   Dive right through the film   Swim in the madness, fulfill every whim   Why worry about tomorrow that you'll never see   Why talk about the children that will never be   Give us this day our daily bread   Forgive us our monstrosities   No more stories of the Quick and the Dead   The asphalt will burn with our liabilities