Lyrics

Monday morning, 5 a.m.
And I'm face down in the trenches again
With my head in my hands
And my heart on my sleeve
And what is it again I'm supposed to believe?

And who knows how I've made it this far
With blood in my lungs and a two foot scar
My hands are outstretched
I'm trying to connect
They say I should stand still but I keep seein' stars

Why must my love be forbidden love?
Can you tell if my heart is true?
Well, if you know what I'm thinking of
Then why, why, why am I talking to you?

And whatever happened to sweet Valentine
With his hair cut neat and his line's memorized
Playing his part in a bad work of art
You never thought that he'd leave you behind.

Why must my love be forbidden love?
Can you tell if my heart is true?
Well, if you know what I'm thinking of
Then why, why, why am I talking to you?

And I come kickin' in on your frequency
With a new-age hippie song and dance routine
I don't know the moves- don't know what comes next.
But I can't spend my life worryin' if the words are correct.

You're a magnetic gypsy and whenever you kiss me
You know I cannot resist
And I hope this endeavor can last forever
But I'm not even sure if forever exists.

You magnify me crucify me
Your magnetic field is pulling me in
So let's keep it straight before it's too late
And we tangled up in the words that we spin.