The Art Of Cruelty

Well I don’t wanna be somebodies keeping
No I don’t even want to hesitate
Yeah its warm in your sun
But comfort is as cruel as a gun
And I can’t reveal what’s in my safe
Cause that would be the end of me
Made up my mind
Gonna push on along
But my love for you has a way of its own
Oooh, and how does the pressure ever ease
Or the battles ever cease
Will the battles ever cease?
Ahhh, and this must be hard to understand
For someone so at peace
For someone so at peace
Caught between the silence and the storm
Everyday a new religion’s born
Ooh, my life is a half-way-house
And I’m in doubt of ever getting out
Oooh, and how does the pressure ever ease
Or the battles ever cease
Will the battles ever cease?
Ahhh, and this must be hard to understand
For someone so at peace
For someone so at peace
Said I, don’t wanna be somebodies keeping
But my love for you has a way of its own