The wind sways the trees
And the raindrops on the leaves
Tumble down, down my neck
In the breeze

Yes, it's true I hid out
In the shadow of your doubt
And this medal that I wear
Is not for bravery, I'm afraid

And we're both gonna have to accept
That this might be as good as it gets
As our love for each other respects
Neither rule nor reason

The Queen on her throne
Plays Shirley Bassey records when she's all on her own
And she looks out the window
And cries

What should I do?
Scratch off all of my tattoos
And forget those girls' names?
But you're not about to let me do that, are you?

And we're both gonna have to accept
That this might be as bad as it gets
And our love for each other respects
Neither rule nor reason
And we're both gonna have to accept
That this might be as big as it gets
And our love for each other respects
Neither rule nor reason
Neither rule nor reason