Hot sun melts ice, that’s our front-page story
When we met I couldn’t stay away
Every friend of ours could read the headline
Be afraid, be very afraid

You find nuance on the blankest canvas
Drawing your distinctions with a blade
I suffer from a kind of color blindness
I don’t like white and can’t see shades of gray

And it’s all coming down to what you say you want
And it’s all coming down to what I can give
You want tenderness and truth, I offer darkness
Now we know it’s no way to live

You put in mahogany and teakwood
I’ll put in obsidian and chrome
We could build a house for the ages
But, baby, we could never build a home

And it’s all coming down to what you say you want
And it’s all coming down to what I can give
You want tenderness and truth, I offer darkness
Now we know it’s no way to live

In spite of all the odds, we put this thing together
But the pieces are finally breaking loose
What once united now divides
We could keep on trying but…
What’s… the… use?

And it’s all coming down to what you say you want
And it’s all coming down to what I can give
You want tenderness and truth, I offer darkness
Now we know it’s no way to live