Conditions

Sanguine psychology is wearing me out
Measure the gap between someday and right now
The odd dichotomy of breathing and life
Of chasing you down and sleeping at night
Everybody here talks the same way
Everybody here thinks the same thing

But love cannot be bought, though I can be
Reaching for her cheek, I see
My touch is always free
My love has got conditions

Love cannot be bought, though I can be
Holding down her dress, she sees
My touch is always free
My love has got conditions

When you were running wild, I was thinking it over
Trying to hold this whole thing down
You were running wild, I was thinking it over
And over

Everybody here used to stand for the Everyman
And most of us agree that we need to make some changes
They should be ashamed of their corporate coup d'état
And we should be ashamed we let them take it that far
Trade not your soul, love
And fight 'til your hands break
Be not deceived, you’re necessary, baby

Love cannot be bought, though I can be
Reaching for her cheek, I see
My touch is always free
My love has got conditions

Love cannot be bought, though I can be
Holding down her dress, she sees
My touch is always free
My love has got conditions

When you were running wild, I was thinking it over
Trying to hold this whole thing down
You were running wild, I was thinking it over
And over (x4)

My touch is always free
My love has got conditions (x2)