Heart is over for tonight
And in your memoirs you will write
I had high ideals
I’m sinking on high hills
In a lonely place, I find hard to face
Objects of belief, loves intelligent creed

I’m afraid of you
Afraid of what you make me do
So quite suburban streets
To someone else’s sheets
Objects of belief, loves intelligent creed
To a lonely place, I find hard to face

Sugar on the pill, that’s all you taste
Sugar on the pill, that’s all you want

So quite suburban streets
To someone else’s sheets
Objects of belief, loves intelligent creed
To a lonely place, I find hard to face

Sugar on the pill, that’s all you taste
Sugar on the pill, that’s all you want