I never wished you wrong
Never thought all those reasons that you loved me
Went for a song
You played the part so well
Of a dreamer who was caught up in the moment
Before we fell
Much to our disgrace
Expressions on our face
This ain't no special place for love
Good intentions gone
Barefoot on the lawn
We can't tell our right from wrong for love
This is our broken chord
This is the tune that lay shattered on a bed of broken nails
This is the familiar face
Of a song forged from anger and a memory of grace
Much to our surprise we now are passers-by
Who see the alibi for love
Without a patron saint and nothing to frequent
To the corners into which we paint for love
Search for beauty and there's nothing found
All the noises without the sound
Playing heartbreak with broken strings
All the fury over little things
Find the beauty beneath these wedding rings
Can't take the fury over little things
