There's thieves among us
Painting the walls
With all kinds of lies, the lies I
Never told at all
What's in my pocket?
You never knew
You didn't know me well
So well, as I knew you
And I know, and you know too
That a love like ours is terrible news
But that won't stop me crying
No, that won't stop me crying over you
I'm not a prophet
Old love is in me
New love just seeps right in and
It makes me guilty
Why do you look like that?
It's not all that bad
I'll see you sometime
Sometimes, lonely isn't sad
And I know, and you know too
That a love like ours is terrible news
But that won't stop me crying
No, that won't stop me crying over you
No, that won't stop me crying over you
We two are makers
Just made this mess
Two broken hearts don't beat any less, oh
There's thieves among us
Painting the walls
With all kinds of lies, the lies I
Never told at all
And I know, and you know too
That a love like ours is terrible news
But that won't stop me crying
No, that won't stop me crying over you
No, that won't stop me crying over you
No, that won't stop me crying over you
You
You
