Lyrics

A dozen sad songs and a telephone bill,
and that's all that left of loving you, my crazy darling.

I'm done with your fear and that sadistic thrill
you get from me attending to your search for something.

And how many more times are you gonna look that way at me?
How many more hearts are you gonna mangle like mine?
The digging's too deep to find that grave where you buried
our muted sighs of love,
our muted sighs of love.

Too bad you were vain
and too damn bad I was blind
So sad that our flight was cancelled
by your decision.

I'd drown in those waves of fear
that crash in your mind.
My hair would grow grey
until you felt you were certain.

And you say that you love
and we must consummate it.
You promise you mean it
but I think it's a lie.

Oh, the digging's to deep
to find the grave where you buried
our muted sighs of love
our muted sighs of love.

We glimpsed the stratosphere, my darling,
but your devices pulled us way back down.
And Job, y’know, he broke that angel's wing
when he fought to claim his
blue... blue... Heaven.

I got this seaside evening and a youth twirling fire,
and a bill from a shrink for loving you, strange darling.
This indigo dusk, it drapes a surfer's desire,
and I'm finishing this poem so I can bless and forgive you.

And the boy twirling fire does his dance for a girlfriend,
and I've cried enough tears to put out a hundred fires,

but the digging's too deep to find the grave where you buried
our muted sighs of love...
our muted sighs of love.