You've taken the title of this song
From a life that's beyond
To something that you could hold on to
But is it wrong to sing along
When all of the words
They just get on your nerves
But the verse is ringing out like a curse

I'm tired of this old refrain
Is the chorus you sang
When you had no one to blame
But yourself for singing it all in vain

You've taken the title of this song
From a book that goes on and on
Until you can't find the ending
Was it a funeral or a wedding?
Or a seance for the bride
Whose affection had died?
Though some say love is suicide

"My heart it don't make any sense"
Was all that she said
When her love was found dead
The story was all in her head

I'm tired of this old refrain
Is the chorus you sang
When you had no one to blame
But yourself for singing it all in vain

There was nothing but the song we were singing
There was nothing but the song we were singing, oh
Nothing but the song we were singing
There was nothing but the song we were singing
There was nothing but the song we were singing
There was nothing but the song we were singing
And there was nothing but the song we were singing