I like it    I don't like it

And the night was filled with laughter

Echoing through painted smiles

And I knew each morning after

I never loved, was never touched

Gave not at all, got back as much

In the co-o-omfort of

A modern day version of lo-o-ove

Truly, how I've cursed the sweet taste

Of lips that ask so-o much of me

Still I wonder with every embrace

Could I give, and not break

Should I care, and forsake

All the co-o-omfort of

A modern day version of lo-o-ove

Close my eyes and keep on runnin'

Realise it isn't gonna work anymor-ore

For me, yeah-eah

I'm afraid, well maybe that's somethin'

Never cared enough to be afraid of anything

Before, not before ...

Baffled child on streets of sinner

Sleeping child, a morning call

Playful spring, look face the winter

Take thy hand, taste the kiss

Leave behind, emptiness

And the co-o-omfort of

A modern day version of lo-o-ove