Yeah but nobody searches,
Nobody cares somehow.
When the loving that you've wasted,
Comes raining from a hapless cloud.

And I, myself, may look upon your face,
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze.
See the living that surrounds me,
Dissipate in a violent waste.

Can't you see what you've done to my heart
And soul...?
This is a wasteland now.

We spies, we slow hands,
Put the weights around yourself,
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands,
You put the weights all around yourself.

Now...I submit my incentive is romance,
I watched the pole dance of the stars.
We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless,
From the distance of passing cars.

But I am married to your charms and grace.
Just be crazy like the good old days,
You make me wanna pick up a guitar,
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can't you see what you've done to my heart
And soul...?
This is a wasteland now.
We spies, yeah, we slow hands,
You put the weights all around yourself.
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands,
Killer for hire, you know that yourself.

We spies, we slow hands,
Put the weights all around yourself.

We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands,
We retire like nobody else.
We spies, intimate slow hands,
Killer for hire, you know that yourself.
We spies, intimate slow hands,
You let the pace slap around the self.

-interpol.