Desire imitations
Fading passions
You say I don't hold you
The way I used to

Fantastic illusions
Harsh assumptions
You say I don't kiss you
The way I used to

And there's a hole where your heart used to be
Heaven help you
Hate where love used to be
Heaven but I'll help you

Stop holding on, so damn tight
Yeah, love is like, it's like a bird in flight
The tighter you grip
The looser it slips
Love is like, it's like a bird in flight

Life of millionaires
Such extraordinaire
Bet they don't kiss any differently
Life of movie stars
Perfect stripped to parts
I bet they don't taste any differently