i've grown to hate the sound of music
and if i loved drums before
i now only have eyes for the beating
I've grown to hate the scent of cologne
and if i loved roses before
I now only have eyes for the prickings
I've grown to hate the thrill of daydreaming
and if i loved two-person fantasies before
I now only have eyes for the trauma
I've grown to hate the pleasure of dancing
and if i loved to tap before
I now only have eyes for the ground cracking
I've grown to hate you
and if i loved drugs before
I now only have eyes for the smoke
and if i loved peace before
I now only have eyes for the preceedings of the dawn
and if I loved looks before
I now only have eyes for the peel-back
And, darling,
If I loved you before
I, still, now only have eyes for you
