What did we have? Ooooh what
did we do?
What kind of love could not
pull us through?
It was another kind of world
and nobody spoke, it was...
Getting beyond a joke, getting beyond a laughing matter, matter, matter
I walked out onto the street,
the buildings, the people
Were reduced to tatters, tatters,
tatters
It's almost like I am being
crushed from inside
I want to touch your hand
but it feels a skeleton's grasp ooooh
I want to be in command but
I'm just a speck in a swell in a rasp
What did we have? Ooooh what
did we do?
What kind of love could not
pull us through?
It was another kind of time
and nobody spoke, it was
Getting beyond a joke, It was
getting beyond a joke,
it was getting beyond a joke
It's getting beyond a joke,
it's getting way beyond a laughing matter (x3)
Hands slip, feet trip, lips
twist in a grimace every sound's a clatter (x3)
Paper and sky are torn in
a terrible way
Everything's been reborn into
a world that isn't quite dying
All of the clothes we've worn
are too soaking wet to be dry in
What did we have? Ooooh what
did we do?
What kind of love could not
pull us through?
It was another kind of time
and nobody spoke, it was...
Getting beyond a joke, it was getting beyond a joke, (repeat and fade)
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