I won't comment on your words or the silence in your curse, I won't count the times we tried for a stranger life, I won't criticise your thoughts or your appetite for war, I won't calculate your chance of a fine romance, But I do know that sometimes we just spiral through life and I'm staggered by the pace as you turn my way And we move like actors on a burning mattress And we're bold like tattoos in the crowded avenues, And I'm falling, falling like a song she's calling And I'm falling, falling like a song I won't entertain your claims, your belligerent exchange, I'm not shattered by your charms my blue-veined one, I don't need to be the last of the horrors your past, I've no sympathy for love, it's a weapon that you have