So much for a taste of gloryIt's not like your heart is dying holy nowYou cross the street and count to tenAnd everyone that might have went to bedMaybe they diedWe'll go on this soonBet you want it badWe all want it badBut you can't have itYou've lost your controlThe sun and lightsThe blades of grassIt's not like she knowsThe difference of caresShe's stupid and coldSomeone in the waves of doubtIt's not like she swam a whileThen faded outShe's stupid and coldWe'll go on this soonBet you want it badYou cross the street and count to tenAnd everyone that might have went to bedMaybe they died holy nowAnd everyone that might have gone to bedMaybe they died holy nowShe's stupid and coldThe sun and lightsIt's not like she knowsYou've lost your controlBet you want it badYou've lost your controlYou've lost your controlWe'll be right back.We'll be right back.