If you thought that when I fought you
I knew it would begin, you're wrong
When you say that being rivals
Quickly made us criminals, you're wrong
You want to be so good to me
You say you're fine if I am free, you're wrong
And leaving on trains, though the sight of you
Still stains my eyes, you're wrong
You wonder why I write of other boys
Well, it's because your garden has such subtle joys
Joys, such subtle joys
Joys, such subtle joys, joys, joys
I am drawn to those who're wrong
The ones with flaming swords and moving song
Yeah, I a drawn to those who're wrong
The ones with flaming swords and moving song
You wonder why I write of other boys
Well, it's because your garden has such subtle joys
Joys, such subtle joys
Joys, such subtle joys, joys, joys, joys
I thought my heart was sweet
You thought my heart was sweet
We thought my heart was sweet
But we were wrong
Joys, joys, joys
Joys, joys, joys...
