We live in the light
the constant light
a family of eyes
Talking about common sense
Coming thru the bedroom window
shining across the ceiling
You can't sleep in a nation
of imagination
You can tell by the way I talk
I've got hard feelings
Two mirrors in the middle of the world
Pa**ers by making modern love
Some sensations are better than others
Some people's love isn't strong enough
But We've got hard feelings
We walk with a common desire
The fantasy is a way of dealing
We've been told pleasure k**s
But we don't get nervous
You can tell
You can tell by the way we walk
We've got hard feelings
You can tell by the way I talk
You can tell
You can tell by the way we walk
We've got hard feelings
Some people's love isn't strong enough