It's your brother and sister It's satan painted in silver It's everything that isn't fame It's the terminal teacher That can feel the wooden splinter It's all your games still played the same I'm tired from me to you I'll send you a pardon Your eyes they play the fool Send me a pardon We'll lie beneath the waves Send me a pardon If love is all it takes Send me something Send me something (woo) It's not dungeon, it's theatre Turn a man from a leader Into a hole in the ground When I know it, I'll see it I can't take you serious Everyday will still fade the same I'm tired from me to you I'll send you a pardon Your eyes they play the fool Send me a pardon We'll lie beneath the waves Send me a pardon If love is all it takes Send me something Send me something