Being in love's a splendid thing but like every trip, there's a crash at the
end.
And making love's an empty thing, when the lover's game is "let's
pretend."
Well you love to be looked at,
Afraid to be touched;
Don't
get too close
Cause you might burn (learn) too much.
I treated love like a razor blade; afraid of a cut, but in need of a close
shave.
And you handled love by remote control, cause no one gets hurt by a
radio wave.
Well this must be true love,
Or as good as it gets;
When I
pretend I'm alone,
As your lying here in my bed.
Chorus:
So I'll build you a playhouse on the moon, away out on the far
side.
We'll make love in the sea of tranquility; let the ocean embrace us at
high tide.
And I'll build you a castle, up in the clouds, with an angel to
share your bed
Just watch out when it rains, and watch out for the planes;
you might wind up back in your own head.
So when did your kiss become a slap in the face, and how did my soul get so
threadbare?
And why is your love like an answering machine? Cause the message
says nobody's out there>
And the last transmission
From our relation
ship,
Mayday, we're going down, there's no help for it
Chorus
Bridge:
So tell me, what is the point, when you're living on a straight
line?
And where's the reward, when you're loving with a deadline?
What's
there to live for, if you can't get into heaven?
If
you want it, you can have it; I won't miss it.
I'll fill up the place where
it used to be with ashes,
And I'll fill up the night with this howl!
Ending:
Well I heard Lorelei sing to me,
As my blood coated the
rocks;
She said I'm sure there must be some solution to this paradox.
July, 1994. Waltham, MA.
This one's one of my favorite, for its intricacy, its surrealism and its melody. It's long, but I like it.