Chinchilla

So far we've lost focus
 Let's concentrate on words that could mean everything
 On nights like this
 We drink ourselves dry
 And make promises
 Without intention
 So fortunate that this was brought up
 The last time, as I recall
 Can't hold up your every expectation
 On nights like this
 We drink ourselves dry
 And make promises
 Without intention
 My God, is this what we've become?
 Living parodies of love and loss
 Can we really be all that lost?
 So fortunate that this was brought up
 The last time, as I recall
 I can't hold up your every expectation
 One moment to another I am restless
 Seems making love forever can often risk your heart
 And I cannot remember when I was this messed up
 In service of another, I am beautiful
 Ba-ba-da-ba-ba, ba-ba-da-ba
 Ba-da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-da-ba
 Ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba
 Ba-da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-da-ba
 Da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba
 Da-ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba, da-ba-da-da-ba
 Da-ba-da-ba, ba-da-da-da-ba, da-ba-da-da-ba
 Ba-da-da-ba