Someone's inventing something

Clay midgets dangled on a string

Looking for reflective surface

They walk around

And plan their lives around love, love

Dark walls of tragic plasters

Curtains stained and ruined by night

Brooding frost haunts broken windows

They walk around

And plan their lives around love, love, love, love

I don't!

I don't!

I don't!

I don't!

I don't!

I don't!

Someone's forgetting something

Clay midgets dangled on a string

Pale hearts beat tides of passion

They walk around

And plan their lives around love, love

I wanna to give you my love