Tonight What a complicated line You must feel quite mental by now And there is not much to decide As there's to despise And if you wanna be touch You might see what's become of us And how little it may take To keep up a sraight face And when you tell me about your ideals I wonder How does it feel And when your dreams are becoming real I had it How does it feel To be so loathsome How can we feel so loathsome How can we feel so loathsome How can we feel so loathsome How can we feel