This was an accident
Not the kind where sirens sound
Never even noticed
We're suddenly [bad word] 
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith make any sense

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely I
Wish that you could show me love

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til you open the door

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til it's inside my pores

Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more

Random acts of [bad word] place occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith make any sense

You play games, I play tricks
Girls and girls, but you're the one
Like a game of pick-up sticks
Played by [bad word] lunatics

Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want