The bedrooms are full on Sunday Of every kind of person wondering why love goes away And it's me Yeah it's you Will I change from money Oh God, give me the opportunity to see Sometimes the simplest thing can make living seem worth the fight Like a woman keeping her hair long, long after it's grown white The bedrooms are full on Sunday Of stars lip-syncing songs but at least they're getting paid Oh tenderness, sweet virtue Lay beside me undefended I won't hurt you Cause I warned you your sharp tongue would only lose me It's not that I'm spineless it's just the few things I believe That love isn't instinct God isn't angry And the woman I love shouldn't abuse her power to break me The bedrooms are full on Sunday No one's getting off But at least we're getting laid And what's the point to all your little girl dreams If the man you love becomes the end to your means So count me out for the long run, honey I just threw up in my mouth a little But hey you needed a little fun Will I run from commitment cause love is never as good as when it's just begun? Do I forgive my parents for walking cause I love them? Or because it's my duty as a son? The bedrooms are full on Sunday Of every kind of lover wondering what they gave away And it's me And it's you It's me Yeah, it's you It's me Yeah, it's you