It's your brother and sister
It's satan painted in silver
It's everything that isn't fame

It's the terminal teacher
That can feel the wooden splinter
It's all your games still played the same
I'm tired from me to you
I'll send you a pardon

Your eyes they play the fool
Send me a pardon
We'll lie beneath the waves
Send me a pardon

If love is all it takes
Send me something
Send me something (woo)

It's not dungeon, it's theatre
Turn a man from a leader
Into a hole in the ground

When I know it, I'll see it
I can't take you serious
Everyday will still fade the same

I'm tired from me to you
I'll send you a pardon

Your eyes they play the fool
Send me a pardon
We'll lie beneath the waves
Send me a pardon

If love is all it takes
Send me something
Send me something