Sex And Tears Lyrics

TV is on but the radio tunes it out
Maybe there is a hint of passion
Maybe there is some love
Maybe there isn't, who can hear?

Through the clenched teeth
Through the closed eyes
Maybe comes a sigh of passion
Maybe, maybe not

Blankets and sheets
Pillows and the headboard
Pictures are burning
In the unlit fire place

Pictures are burning
What are we making?
Not love, for sure
An end, nothing more

Sex and the tears
Sex and the tears

Temptation
Conversation
Dedication
Hesitation
Obligation
Desperation
Isolation

Sex and tears
Sex and tears

Nothing more
What are we making?
Not love, for sure
And end, nothing more
Not love, for sure
Not love, not love

Sex and tears