Beyond ability and control
we could be weekend lovers.
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase
parole for our revolution.
Whispered all across the street
about the new cool call.
Or screamed at your face
like a scabs payroll.

Faces like angels,
licking our fingertips.
We don't have the patience
to deal with it.
With battered bodies
and puckered lips.
We don't have the patience
to deal with it.

A naive young secret for
the new romantics.
We express ourselves
in loud and fashionable ways.

Yeah, get down, get down, yeah.
Can I get a witness?
This I gotta see.

Bring it in one more time for me x2

We don't have the patience yet.