Desire and despair and decadence All wrapped up in providence Your misery which you let bleed Your sense of sentiment You climb the stairs and have no cares Except tomorrow and except despair I wish that I had half your strength Your sense of sentiment I got smacked by the idol worship Well, I hope that it was worth it Exotic, quixotic and so neurotic Your sense of sentiment And if it makes no sense at all Then you will give it your all I love you, I need you I'll die and bleed for Your sense of sentiment Yes, I love you, I need you I'll die and bleed for Your sense of sentiment