Hard Feelings

We live in the light The constant light A family of eyes Talking about common sense Coming thru the bedroom window Shining across the ceiling You can't sleep in a nation Of imagination You can tell by the way I talk I've got hard feelings Two mirrors in the middle of the world Passers by making modern love Some sensations are better than others Some people's love isn't strong enough But We've got hard feelings We walk with a common desire The fantasy is a way of dealing We've been told pleasure kills But we don't get nervous You can tell You can tell by the way we walk We've got hard feelings You can tell by the way I talk You can tell You can tell by the way we walk We've got hard feelings Some people's love isn't strong enough