the door's hardly closed,
and i'm already in your arms.
your cold, cold nose on my cheek,

i think, 'can i say hello, can i say hello first?'

you ask me to stay,

but i've already made my mind.
i checked all the signs on your street,
to make sure that i could park my car overnight.


come take your coat off,
settle down beside,

come come come hold me,
tell me some white lies.


it's a long way from love, what we're doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it's a long way from love, what we're doing.

what are we doing? what are we doing?

i'm a lump on your bed,

to greet you when you rise.
you are a fish on a hook,
trying hard to breathe the tears in my eyes.


i heard what you said,
and i took it all in stride,

but i'm tired, tired of pretending.
this is only white lies.


it's a long way from love, what we're doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it's a long way from love, what we're doing.

what are we doing? what are we doing?

i remember you said,

that your mother was just a housewife,
and i though, 'i could never be with someone who thinks,
that a mother is something that you could just be.'


i want you to stay but i need you to go.
i wish that i could just love you.


it's a long way from love, what we're doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?

it's a long way from love, what we're doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it's a long way from love, what we're doing.

what are we doing? what are we doing?