| Lyrics: | Do you wanna be honest, or do you wanna win?
You could have it all if you could gracefully give
in.
Like when a martyr go sees a martyr.
Lookin' in the mirror makes you cry
harder,
'Bout your glitterin' ball and chain.
In love, in love with your beautiful
pain.
Excuses and all theories peak themelves and die.
Even when they don't hold water,
you try to keep them safe and dry.
An' trade your moan for a positive tone,
Reassured by ads
about things you own,
And so we go through this again,
In love, in love with your beautiful
pain.
If everything went runnin' smoothly,
You'd soon lose who you
were.
Oh, the pain and hurt, for that's your real,
So go on, go back to
her.
Instrumental Break.
You packed up all your troubles, you let me play the
bars.
An' hiked out to the meadows and lay down on the fragrant moss.
Put down your own
tree, then meticulously,
Built a cross right there and stared back at me.
An' climbed up on
it again:
In love, in love with your beautiful
In love, in love with your beautiful
In
love, in love with your beautiful pain. |
