If mine is yours, baby, and yours is mine   Then why is yours always so hard to find   A king of men and a queen of whores   You've built your empire on all fours      You give me sorrow in return for love   Bring me down from what I'm dreaming of   The lights are on but there's nobody home   Selling my soul just to be alone      Singin' a song that should bring it all back to you   Doing the things that you said you'd never do   Riding the nights, left the good times far behind   Looking to you for the things I'll never find      I don't need comfort or your sympathy   I don't want pity or an easy lay   I want the sun, the moon, the stars and all   I need your loving and some alcohol