Well, there was seven years between us
Seems that all my friends were right
That we can't survive on your bedroom eyes
And a Spanish guitar

When we started this it was paradise
Not just Bethnal Green
And it's just not right this waiting game
Making a cuckold of me

I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies with lies
(If you need time)

And it's just not like me to lash out
But enough is enough
Tell me what the others can do
That I can't

Translucent and sun-bleached skin, yeah
When did you get so L.A.?
How can you desert me after
What we've been through?

Stuck on a dreamland
Somewhere is better
You'll be the one missing out

I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies with lies
(If you need time)

I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
(If you need time)
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies with lies

If you need time, time, time
Time, time, time

I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies with lies
(If you need time)

I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
 (If you need time)
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies with lies

I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting fire with firewood
I can be as [bad word] as you
Fighting lies with lies

Fighting lies with lies, with lies, with lies
Fire with, fire, fire with, firewood, wood