Lyrics

Verse 1

I heard you were out last night
And ill in church today
I'm sure he won't hold a grudge
Or make you mend your sorry ways

Verse 2

And with the guilt of the slightly wayward
Waking in a familiar place
Nose pressed on the wet pane
I'm coming on my way

Chorus

I know it's not the same
But nothing is these days
No true beauty without decay
But I think you're doing pretty well

Verse 3

Knees pressed to your face
Wearing Sunday's clothes
There's no guilt in being lazy
Watching the little cowboys on the screen

Verse 4

Paused to understand your smile
With the comments that you made
A pointed barrier to fun
Only I know you don't really mean

Chorus

I know it's not the same
But nothing is these days
No true beauty without decay
But I think we're doing pretty well