I had sticks, arithmetic in the opera
I was counting the looks where you approved
And my sight from night to night in the opera
Only hinged on your whim, on your mood
Fashion reigns, fashion's pain in the opera
There's a list by the door on the shelf
Count the cues, pay your dues in the opera
You were calling me out, calling me out
But the sound of your heart drowns the opera
But the sound of your heart drives me home
But the sound of your heart drowns the opera
But the sound of your heart drives me home
Holy lamb, cut my hands from the opera
I was never enough, never enough
Pull me in, pull my teeth if you gotta
You have called all my bluffs, called all my bluffs
Now the sound of your heart drowns the opera
Now the sound of your heart drives me home
Now the sound of your heart drowns the opera
Now the sound of your heart drives me home
