It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love

Why can you read me like no one else?

I hide behind these words

But I'm coming out

I wish I kept them behind my tongue

I hide behind these words

But I'm coming out

Put your hand between

An aching head and an aching world

We'll make them so jealous

We'll make them hate us

An aching head and an aching world

We'll make them so jealous

We'll make them so jealous

Always you make my stomach turn

And all the long drives

With my friends blur

And I wish I kept them inside my mind

I hide behind these words

And think of all the places

Where you've been lost

And then found... out

In between my sheets

In between the rights and the wrongs

Put your hand between

An aching head and an aching world

We'll make them so jealous

We'll make them hate us

Aching head and an aching world

Think of all the places

Where you've been lost and found... out