Beauty and Bore, are having a good time
they split all the fun, its good for the both of them
and when they get high, too much your good song
they sit on the stairs, holding hands and holding hearts
holding hands and holding hearts
This hard line, is stretching time across your life, so why defy
it
This hard wind, makes you float above these things, so why defy
it
what you gonna say, what you gonna say, what you gonna say
Holding hands, and holding hearts
Holding hands, and holding hearts
Beauty and Bore, are having a good time
they spit on the phone, its good for the both of them
A stranger place, is will they get there, a war torn year
Its hard to face, to make you feel it
Make you feel it
Make you feel it
