Courthouse

There's too much effort in your reach You're bending over backwards for nothing You're cigarette smoke in a small claims court And judging by tonight, it's not what I'm looking for But we all need a ritual and this is mine, this is mine This kind of love is an art Maybe it's something I'm good at I've got it down to a science, you're dying to try this A certain molecular taste The kind that rolls off the tongue And then comes a rush of love I had the strangest dream the other night The pressure in the room put a strain on the bench It blew the lights out Someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was Found my way to the lawn chair in the deep end Rome is clearly burning above me Take what you get, take what you get And you don't get upset And we all need a ritual and this is mine, this is mine This kind of love is an art Maybe it's something I'm good at I've got it down to a science, you're dying to try this A certain molecular taste, just a taste I had the strangest dream the other night The pressure in the room put a strain on the bench It blew the lights out Someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was You found a break in the wall Chose me to take the fall And I was hitting every floor on the long way down Because someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was