All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "was something wrong?"
That I think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now
No, we can't talk about it now"
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me