no one believes in love anymore

no one believes in love anymore

they throw away the keys

no one knocked on the door

no one knocked on the door

knocked on the door

you rip what you sought

no one knocked on the door

pain is pleasure and then just pain

chasing the thunder and lost in the rain

you are lost in the rain

lost in the rain

yourself to blame

you are lost in the rain

the skin so enticing

the thrill of the sting

then drops the stinger and the spinning begins

oh yes the spinning begins

the spinning begins

the world has gone off the hinges

and the spinning begins

a downards spiral

punctured balloon

disfigured and pale looking up at the moon

looking up at the moon

up at the moon

we'll all get there soon

looking up at the moon