The two black spots in your left eye
Are from staring in the sun
They follow everywhere you look
Like a crosshair on a gun

You're lighting one more cigarette
The last one of the pack
Reflecting on your life a bit

Oh you should be doing this
With somebody you love

Scanning purple sunrise
Before you crawl to bed
And hearing Leonard Cohen sigh
Is as deep as it will get

Future is like burning time
The past abiding steam
And the woman that is here tonight
Is a stranger with a dream

Oh you should be doing this
With somebody you love

Oh you're oversimplifying
So often you have pushed away
Until a lonely [bad word] tell you certain things

There is no use in denying
It's so [bad word] what they say
That when the tide is high
You'll jump and frolic and then you'll dive
Until it pulls away

Well everyone's at war it seems
You need a mini [bad word] And a [bad word] to fix the mantelpiece
Cause it's still hanging loose

The last thought of the morning
As the crimson turns grey
You put yourself on warning like
You're doing every day

Oh you should be doing this
With somebody you love