Tonight
What a complicated line
You must feel quite mental by now
And there is not much to decide
As there's to despise
And if you wanna be touch
You might see what's become of us
And how little it may take
To keep up a sraight face
And when you tell me about your ideals
I wonder
How does it feel
And when your dreams are becoming real
I had it
How does it feel
To be so loathsome
How can we feel so loathsome
How can we feel so loathsome
How can we feel so loathsome
How can we feel
