LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: IF I WERE GOING/THE AFGHAN WHIGS

What should I tell her?
She's going to ask
If I ignore it
It gets uncomfortable
She'll want to argue about the past
Still I think she believes me
Every word I say
I think I'm starting to believe it all myself
Go ask the gentlemen who play it
But hate to pay

And it don't bleed and it don't breathe
It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
It's in our heart
It's in our heads
It's in our love
Baby, it's in our bed

It holds my arms down
Sits upon my chest
It waves its finger at me every night and day
And it don't rest

And it don't breathe and it don't bleed
It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
It's all a lie
It's nearly dead
It's in our hope
Baby, it's in our bed

ALBUM: GENTLEMEN (1993)