Another sentimental argument

and bitter love

Fucked without a kiss again

and dragged it through a mud

Yelling at brick walls

and punching windows made of stone

The worry rock has turned to dust

and fallen on our pride

A knocked down dragged out fight

Fat lips and open wounds

Another wasted night

And no one will take the fall

Where do we go from here?

And what did you do with the directions?

Promise me no dead end streets

And I＇ll guarantee we＇ll have the road

A knocked down dragged out fight

Fat lips and open wounds

Another wasted night

And no one will take the fall

Another sentimental argument

and bitter love

Fucked without a kiss again

and dragged it through a mud

Where do we go from here?

And what did you do with the directions?

Promise me no dead end streets

And I＇ll guarantee we＇ll have the road