--Switchfoot
Sex is currency.
She sells cars,
She sells magazines.
Addictive bittersweet, clap your hands,
with the hopeless nicotines.
Everyone's a lost romantic,
Since our love became a kissing show.
Everyone's a Cassanova,
Come and pass me the mistletoe.
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone.
She is easier than love,
It's easier than life,
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe.
It's easier to leave,
It's easier to lie,
It's harder to face ourselves at night.
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Were is my soul?
Numb, numb.
Sex is industry,
The CEO of corporate policy.
Skin-deep ministry,
Suburban youth,
Hail your so-called liberty.
Every advertising antic,
Our banner waves with a neon glow.
War and love become pedantic,
We wage love with a mistletoe.
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone.
She is easier than love,
It's easier than life,
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe.
It's easier to leave,
It's easier to lie,
It's harder to face ourselves at night.
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Were is my soul?
Numb, numb.
It's easier than love,
It's easier than love.
It's easier than love,
It's easier than love.
She is easier than love,
It's easier than love.
Everyone's been scared to death of,
Everyone's been scared to death of,
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone,
Alone.
(Sex) is easier than love,
It's easier than life,
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe.
It's easier to leave,
It's easier to lie,
It's harder to face ourselves at night.
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul?
Where is my soul?
Numb, numb.
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