We live in a lie   The constant lie   Family of eyes   Talking about common sense   Coming through the bedroom window   Shine across the ceiling   Can't sleep in the nation of imagination   You can tell by the way I talk      I got hard feelings      Two mirrors in the middle of the world   Passersby thinking modern love   Some sensations are better than others   Some people's love isn't strong enough      We got hard feelings      We want the common desire   The fantasy is a weird dealing   We've been told pleasure kills   But don't get nervous   You can tell   You can tell by the way we walk      We got hard feelings      You can tell by the way I talk   You can tell by the way we walk      We got hard feelings      (Some people's love is strong enough)   We got hard feelings