things are perfect nownnbut sooner or later somethingnnwill bring us downnnand i don't want sufferingnnnnmaybe we should stopnnbefore we drive eachother crazynnand you start throwing shitnnat mennand things get really messynnnni don't want to hurtnnanymore than i definitely have tonnso i will bow my headnnto younni say adieu adieunnnnbut maybe we can go up on the hillsidennjust once morennwe'll roll aroundnnmake love until we're dirtynnand our lips are sore