What should I tell her?   She's going to ask   If I ignore it, it gets uncomfortable   She'll want to argue about the past      Still I think she believes me, every word I say   I think I'm starting to believe it all myself   Go ask the gentlemen who play it   But hate to pay      And it don't bleed and it don't breathe   It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing   It's in our heart, it's in our heads   It's in our love, baby, it's in our bed      It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest   It waves its finger at me every night and day   And it don't rest      And it don't breathe and it don't bleed   It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing   It's all a lie, it's nearly dead   It's in our hope, baby, it's in our bed