The story of love is hello and goodbye... until we meet again.
We take our last look at the killing noise.
I try all night to play a pretty note.
If there's a new idea, a new invention, or a new gas, or a new whatever you know, It should be brought at least into the open instead of carrying these same old burdens around with you.
Of course war is horrible, but at present it's still the only guarantee of peace.
So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain't that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.