Mad Van Did He.

I'm looking for a reason, baby,
to smash everything of you.
Like your tired toothbrush
or the paint that caught the blues.

I keep looking for the cracks,
they could send cold love away.
But the concrete is too solid
So I guess it's gonna stay.

Maybe you're too squeaky clean,
Maybe you're my home.
There is no reason, other than me,
Why I should leave you on your own.

So why don't we keep trying, baby,
the plaster is keeping us together.
Our future seems so far away,
And the past, you won't remember.