I never wished you wrong Never thought all those reasons that you loved me Went for a song You played the part so well Of a dreamer who was caught up in the moment Before we fell Much to our disgrace Expressions on our face This ain't no special place for love Good intentions gone Barefoot on the lawn We can't tell our right from wrong for love This is our broken chord This is the tune that lay shattered on a bed of broken nails This is the familiar face Of a song forged from anger and a memory of grace Much to our surprise we now are passers-by Who see the alibi for love Without a patron saint and nothing to frequent To the corners into which we paint for love Search for beauty and there's nothing found All the noises without the sound Playing heartbreak with broken strings All the fury over little things Find the beauty beneath these wedding rings Can't take the fury over little things