Texty: Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark. Junk Culture. Love And Violence.

She walks real slow
Talks like an animal
What am i
Supposed to do
I've tried to explain
My heart's not a radio
But i can't seem
To get to you

Face to face
Tears on a heart of stone
When she talks
I walk away
It seems to me
It's just a waste of time
These are words
I know she's heard before

She's the girl
Guess i'll always know
And i've tried
I've tried
She always seems to know

The morning after
But not before
I haven't slept
Worrying
I know i promised
To come see you
But now i have these
Things to do
All in all
It seems to me
You don't understand subtlety
Shall i make it obvious
Do you really want me to make it hurt?

She doesn't talk
For days and days
And when she does
She always says
That i act real slow
Behave like an animal
What am i supposed to do?

And i've tried
I've tried
But she always seems to know
We don't make sense
Love and violence

We don't make sense
Love and violence