Cue green lights, not annoying or bright

It's fine if you stop loving me, It's fine if you start hating me

Soft grey tones of a lover's low moans

2010 might pull out the rug and find you alone

How many eggs do you lay and

How many times would you say

You've slept in without fear of David?

How many holes filled with heavenly souls

Are written in this modern kind of wayo

And at the sight of your name only the good things remain

To see the good things you came to see the good things you came

Girls and clothes and lines; the things that you refuse to hide

Don't know what to say and listeners just shy away

Guardian of love, memory or happenstance

I know where you live

And I know where you make romance

At the sight of your name only the good things remain to see the good things

You came to see the good things you came