Fine Romance

We've got such a fine romance
Close calls all at long distance
I can hit the pavement whenever you might feel
There is nowhere to go
No place is my own

Mondays they still come and go
Filled with nicotine and no shows
Your passions only good about two days a week
There's nowhere to go
Nowhere's my own

All that I want
All but has up and gone
I should have known
All I want
Now and then becomes the start of the end

All for love
All for love
All for love

Knock knock there's nobody home
Fancy invites to a tired joke
Punch me with that line that has been
Making you so weak
There'll be nowhere to go
Nowhere's my own

All that I want
All but has up and gone
I should have known
All I want
Now and then becomes the start of the end

All for love
All for love
All for love