Another sentimental argument

　　and bitter love

　　Fucked without a kiss again

　　and dragged it through a mud

　　Yelling at brick walls

　　and punching windows made of stone

　　The worry rock has turned to dust

　　and fallen on our pride

　　A knocked down dragged out fight

　　Fat lips and open wounds

　　Another wasted night

　　And no one will take the fall

　　Where do we go from here?

　　And what did you do with the directions?

　　Promise me no dead end streets

　　And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

　　A knocked down dragged out fight

　　Fat lips and open wounds

　　Another wasted night

　　And no one will take the fall

　　Another sentimental argument

　　and bitter love

　　Fucked without a kiss again

　　and dragged it through a mud

　　Where do we go from here?

　　And what did you do with the directions?

　　Promise me no dead end streets

　　And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

　　And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

　　And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

　　And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

　　And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

　　And I'll guarantee we'll have the road