Yeah

well

no-

bod-

y

search-

es

And

no-

bod-

y

cares

some-

how

When

the

lov-

ing

that

you've

wast-

ed

Comes

rain-

ing

from

a

hap-

less

cloud

Then

I

might

stop

and

look

up-

on

your

face

Dis-

ap-

pear

in

the

sweet

sweet

gaze

See

the

liv-

ing

that

sur-

rounds

me

Diss-

i-

pate

in

a

flor-

al

gaze

Can't

you

see

what

you've

done

to

my

heart

and

soul?

This

is

a

waste-

land

now

We

spies,

we

slow

hands

Put

the

weights

a-

round

your-

self

We

spies,

oh

yeah,

we

slow

hands

You

put

the

weights

all

a-

round

your-

self

now

I

sub-

mit

my

in-

cen-

tive

is

ro-

mance

I

watch

the

pole

dance

of

the

stars

We

re-

joice

cuz

the

hurt-

ing

is

so

pain-

less

From

the

dist-

ance

of

pass-

ing

cars

But

I

am

marr-

ied

to

your

charms

and

grace

I

just

feel

craz-

y

like

the

good

old

days

You

make

me

want

to

pick

up

a

gui-

tar

And

cel-

e-

brate

the

myr-

i-

ad

ways

that

I

love

you

Can't

you

see

what

you've

done

to

my

heart

and

soul?

This

is

a

waste-

land

now

We

spies,

oh,

we

slow

hands

You

put

the

weights

all

a-

round

your-

self

We

spies,

oh

yeah,

we

slow

hands

Kill-

er

for

hi-

re

you

know

not

your-

self

We

spies,

we

slow

hands

You

put

the

weights

all

a-

round

your-

self

We

spies,

oh

yeah,

we

slow

hands

We

re-

ti-

re

like

no-

bod-

y

else

We

spies,

in-

ti-

mate

slow

hands

Kill-

er

for

hi-

re

you

know

not

your-

self

We

spies,

in-

ti-

mate

slow

hands

You

let

the

face

slap

a-

round

the

self