If I honoured my feelings of urge at your counter
And if I asked for an overpriced touch
What would you give me?

If I portrayed my notion of care on your canvas
And if I painted our future in gold
Would you wipe it?

You keep finding realms of shades
With fiendish pleasure
To rule out our love

So glance into my soul
Into this hole
Into my mind that’s crying out for you
Down to my heart
To see every part
That has been torn out and then thrown away

If I reckoned the time that we shared in blaze and laughter
And if I numbered the days of our love
Would you miscount?