When your muse is no more

& you're slaving to the side

& if you want to talk

Sense my eyes

Done all I can

All my tricks

You lied to me

You don't like the show

Now I'm sleeping around

I miss the tease

My hands are shaking

It's ought to be

Won't you come around

Fancy that?

All my colours are lying

Lying to you

Nothing is sacred love

Nothing is never enough

Nothing is sacred love

Nothing is never enough