"The Take Over, The Breaks Over" - Live At The Cricket Pavillion /2007

Baby, seasons change but people don't

And I'll always be waiting in the back of the room

I'm boring but overcompensate

With headlines and flash, flash, flash photography

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee

Style your wake for fashion magazines

Widow or a divorcee

Don't pretend, d-d-don't pretend

We don't fight fair

We don't fight fair

They say your head can be a prison

Then these are just conjugal visits

People will dissect us

Till this doesn't mean a thing anymore

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee

Style your wake for fashion magazines, whoa

Widow or a divorcee

Don't pretend, d-d-don't pretend

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces

We're trapped and well concealed in secret places, whoa

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces

We're trapped and well concealed in secret places

We don't fight fair

We don't fight fair

We don't fight fair

We don't fight fair

We don't fight fair

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces

We're trapped and well concealed in secret places, whoa

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces

We're trapped and well concealed in secret places

We don't fight fair

With smiles on our faces

We're trapped and well concealed in secret places

We don't fight fair

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

We don't fight fair

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

We don't fight fair