I knew this one young girl who'd tell the trees and the grass,
to read us all their favorite stories
'till we'd kiss and we'd laugh,
and we'd write to the devil, tell him he's a bad influence,
'cos it's not worth playing God when you're the story in the making,
(Love x2)
Tiptoe through the crowd and tiny faces I can't bear,
'till I tripped and found your body at the bottom of the stairs.
I took you to the hospital where you didn't seem to care
You just smiled and asked the time
Because its the story in the making.
And it just wasn't right and you got sick and I got scared
I'd have had something to say if I had only been prepared
And the girl just left me shaking in the corners of my room
While your face is changing colour, it's the story in the making.
Lately I've been down 'cos there's a beast under the bed.
And there's always something crawling between my feet and in my head.
I take a long walk to the hospital, but I couldn't stand the smell,
'cos your always changing color,
the decrease in your health.
Now I'm trapped between two devils, shiny teeth, and shiny hair,
there's an honest love to find somewhere.
If we don't stop now we'll be dead by summer.
Oooooh.... you tell me there's a reason... Why our love's collapsed.
Oooooh.... We're tiny little creatures..... In a canister...
Oooooh.... You tell me there's a reason.... That our love collapsed.
You tell me there's a reason.... That our love collapsed....
It's just a feeling... But I'm into that.