Look at this, we're running out of room on the bathroom wall
They've got us covered and there's no space at all
And would you decorate it with the lipstick that you stole, and I've been the best girl in the world

Try again, you're not so far off
You put your hands on me and I can't breathe
It's not the touch that counts sometimes in taking you apart
It's more the feeling, more the feeling, more the feeling, more the feeling

Chorus

There is no end of time in sight for what we started...