Such a cheap game, pretending To win a father's blessing, When we've been downstairs undressing, Knowing not the time it takes... Your thoughts start to stray, and You see the paleness in me. You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing You to sleep... I woke up next to a body That didn't belong to me. Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. Had me feeling like your father would hate me. Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail. But I always thought it'd lead somewhere we'd rest. Now on my back I obsess, The thought of you unimpressed By the things I do, The things I say. The way you talk to me. I woke up next to a body That didn't belong to me. Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday. And I see it hiding In your sullen, sunken face, You've decided. Do you think you know how this ends? Living as distant friends. No longer young and in love and At war with the world.