Cue green lights, not annoying or bright

It’s fine if you stop loving me, It’s fine if you start hating me

Soft grey tones of a lover’s low moans

Two-thousand ten might pull out the rug and find you alone

Well, how many eggs do you lay and

And how many times would you say

You’ve slept in without fear of David?

How many holes filled with heavenly souls

Are written in this modern kind of way-o

And at the sight of your name

Only the good things remain

To see the good things

You came to see the good things

You came

Girls and clothes and lines

The things that you refuse to hide

Don’t know what to say

And listeners just shy away

Guardian of love

In memory or happenstance

I know where you live

And I know where you make romance

And at the sight of your name

Only the good things remain

To see the good things

You came to see the good things

You came