Look at this, we're running out of room on the bathroom wall    They've got us covered and there's no space at all    And would you decorate it with the lipstick that you stole, and I've been the best girl in the world       Try again, you're not so far off    You put your hands on me and I can't breathe    It's not the touch that counts sometimes in taking you apart    It's more the feeling, more the feeling, more the feeling, more the feeling       Chorus       There is no end of time in sight for what we started...