Isn't that the way it goes, just when everything seems clear Someone opens up the holes, you watch the bottom disappear And all the angels over me, they laugh about my common sense Written down in magazines, this must be the finer things Could it really come from God, every little twist of fate Or is it just a random thought guiding every step I make? And while we're lying in the dark, every touch is poetry Let your love invade my dreams, this must be the finer things Could it ever be better than this, could it ever be better than this, than this I cannot remember you ever looking so serene Maybe what inspires you could once again inspire me And all the voices in my head, they sing to me of second chance Lift me up on borrowed wings, this must be the finer things The finer things, the finer things