These people may be your friends But if I have to hear another word from them Their argument's stupid, it all is in the end Only love nearly matters, and it's slim even then Baby pour a glass for me I won't ever be pretty you won't ever be free But don't you feel better since we moved cities? It still comes without warning but there's something to see When I leave in the morning there's a light on the street Only love without warning, nearly matters to me Baby where have we been?