The Art Of Cruelty

Well I don't want to be somebody's keeping
No I don't even want to hesitate
Yeah, it's warm in your sun
But comfort is as cruel as a gun
And I can't reveal what's in my safe
Cos that would be the end of me
Made up my mind gonna push on alone
But my love for you has a will of it's own

Ooh, and how does the pressure ever ease
Will the battles ever cease
Will the battles ever cease
Ahh and this must be hard to understand
For someone so at peace
For someone so at peace

Caught between the silence and the storm
Every day a new religion born
Oh, my life is a halfway house
And i'm in doubt of ever getting out

Ooh, and how does the pressure ever ease
Will the battles ever cease
Will the battles ever cease
Ahh and this must be hard to understand
For someone so at peace
For someone so at peace

Said I don't want to be somebody's keeping
But my love for you has a will of it's own