Don't scratch your arm it'll only get worse   And don't even think   don't open your purse   I can pay for you   That's the least I can do   You can pay me back in kisses when the month is through   I wont lie to you      There is no end to love like ours   There is no end to a love like ours   There is no end to love like ours      You've got some kind of dirt on your shoulder   Blood in your eyes   No surprises   So tell me again what the future is like   It is me and it's you, a porch and a stool   Let's find out what the state supplies for ageing fools   Would I lie to you?      There is no end to love like ours   There is no end to a love like ours   There is no end to love like ours