Tekster: New Pornographers. Mass Romantic. Letter From An Occupant.

I'm told the eventual down falls
are just a bill from the restaurant
You told me I could order the moon, babe,
Just as long as I shoot what I want
What the last ten minutes have taught me
Bet the hand that your money is on
Where the hell have the 70s brought me
You trade me away...long gone
For the love of God you said,
Not a letter from an occupant...

Ooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo oo o ooo oo oo oo oo
Ooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo oo o ooo oo oo oo oo

The time that your enemy gives you
Good times are not the ones you want
I cried five rivers on the way here
Which one will you skate way on
The tune you'll be humming forever
All the the words are replaced and wrong
With a shower of yeahs and whatevers
You trade me away...long gone
For the love of God you said
Not a letter from an occupant...

Ooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo oo o ooo oo oo oo oo
Ooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo oo o ooo oo oo oo oo

Where've all the sensations gone
Where've all the sensations gone

Where've all the sensations gone
Where've all the sensations gone
(for the love for the love for the love for...repeat to fade)

For the love of God you said
not a letter from an occupant
For the love of God you said
not a letter from an occupant
For the love of God you said
not a letter from an occupant (ohh)

The song, the song, the song that's shaking me
The song, the song, the song that's shaking me
The song, the song, the song that's shaking me
The song, the song, the song that's shaking me (oh yeah)

For the love of God you said
not a letter from an occupant...
For the love of God you said
not a letter from an occupant...

Ooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo oo o ooo oo oo oo oo
Ooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo oo o ooo oo oo oo oo (ohh!)