Love, what are you doing to me? 
You seem to pass right through me 
on your way somewhere else. 
Love, when will you discover 
I feel you like no other...envy. 

Talk to me 
your words sound sweet 
they fill me with envy, 
they turn my heart green. 

All the time I hunt you, 
follow you home fly on the wings of a prayer, 
but you're not there.

Love, what are you doing to me? 
You seem to pass right through me 
on your way somewhere else. 
Love, when will you discover 
I feel you like no other...envy. 

Talk to me 
your words sound sweet 
they fill me with envy.