Chinchilla

So far we've lost focus Lets just concentrate on words that could mean everything On nights like this We drink ourselves dry And make promises Without intention So fortunate that this was brought up The last time. As I recall I can't hold up your every expectation On nights like this We drink ourselves dry And make promises Without intention My God, is this what we've become? Living parodies of love and loss Can we really be all that lost? So fortunate that this was brought up The last time. As I recall I can't hold up your every expectation One moment to another I am restless Seems making love forever can often risk your heart And I cannot remember when I was this messed up In service of another I am beautiful Ba-ba-da-ba-ba Ba-da-da-ba