There's a fair tall man in a black parked car with a blood-red heart in the shape of a cigar I enter in the east, I leave in the west With his hands on my shoulders - he says: They're giving, taking, taking again and mistaking one for the other, they can't get anywhere that way Whereas our love is the kind of love that scars, so they can't do better if they try Won't you calm down, child I consulted God about our feelings He says he will grant three wishes if we let him go They couldn't play us anymore They couldn't shoot and write the score If they would like obedience chop our celluloid middle fingers They couldn't script this anymore They couldn't budget out this whole humongous, paranoid, scardelicious thing called love This thing called love Well, the Hollywood execs lead you to the stairs they shoot through your knees and expect you to climb first And all the breadcrumbs you followed have fallen through the cracks between chorus-girl Jills and the walk-on Jacks They know, they gotta pay their dues to go
But, oh, they're slow, with no concept of a kitchen door and only fools keep Giving, giving, having nothing to believe in they'll just get used and thrown away with nothing left to say Whereas our love is the kind of love that scars, so they can't do better if they try Won't you hold on, child I consulted God about our contract There's an option to prolong it till the Judgement Day Later -I just cannot say, well They couldn't play us anymore They couldn't shoot and write the score If they would like obedience chop our celluloid middle fingers off They couldn't script this anymore They couldn't budget out this whole humongous, paranoid, scardelicious thing called love This thing called love Now, won't you Look in the lens Look in the lens, for me, now Look in the lens, I'm in there Look in the lens I will be there Look in the lens Wave at the lens Blow a kiss at the lens Look straight into In the lens I will be there Look at the lens Look in the lens