Album: The Sound of Pseudoscience
The traps, the tricks, the schemes
You read in all your books and magazines
You should've put them right back up on the shelf
'Cause you can't take them all for yourself
You thought that you could write the modern text on love
The calculus of crime: you studied all the lies between the lines
But never learned that truth has time its side
'Cause your kind of truth, it doesn't sell
So who are you to write the modern text on love?
I'd say it's time you find another pastime
You'll never get it right alone
You're smart enough to know
So you can take my heart
And I'll take apart the mess you wrote
They've hurt your pride, I know
It's only natural
But two can turn the tide by tearing up your modern text on love