Nervous chirp, you beat your wings.
I wrote a note that said "nothing".
And i called my mother and heard her cry.
I'll laugh and smirk as I'm ruining lives.

Call me up, and i will come.
I'll leave my wife and my children behind.
In a vain attempt to live this lie.
To turn the stench of love, to turn the stench of love to something sweet.

And the moon's a stage, from which we hang.
Our bodies die, but our ashes remain.
And it changes fast, like a light being dimmed.
But then you kissed me twice in that freezing basement.

Call me up, and i will come.
I'll leave my wife and my children behind.
In a vain attempt to be complete.
To turn the stench of love, to turn the stench of love to something sweet.

To turn your cosmicness, to turn your, ooh, to something good.
Mmm, girl.
Mmm, girl.
Mmm, girl.