On The Face Of It.

The conversation's not open for discussion,
But I'll make my point regardless:-
There was not a single spark,
When my lips landed on yours in the dark,
And if we should come to a head,
The heavy breathing and friction of hips,
They're dead to me.

On the face of it,
It's not heartache it's just indigestion,
Maybe you've got a lot of love,
But Lady Luck isn't on your side,
So if you feel my grip getting loose,
Use the noose to break your fall,
I'm over it, on the face of it,
I don't wish you were here anymore.

There's nothing worse than a deflated glance,
From the one you instinctively took a chance on,
When you walk past with a vacant stare,
Knowing at one point, something was felt there,
But the motivation to change it back,
Is still the one last thing you lack.
A cold shot across a busy floor, will have to do.
And if it won't, then shame on you.

On the face of it,
It's not heartache it's just indigestion,
Maybe you've got a lot of love,
But Lady Luck isn't on your side,
So if you feel my grip getting loose,
Use the noose to break your fall,
I'm over it, on the face of it,
I don't wish you were here anymore.

So as the situation stands,
I don't think about you anymore,
And even if your name crosses my mind,
There's not a reason to feel that jerk inside,
To remind you that I love you.
'Cause as the situation stands,
On the face of it,
I don't.

On the face of it,
It's not heartache it's just indigestion,
Maybe you've got a lot of love,
But Lady Luck isn't on your side,
So if you feel my grip getting loose,
Use the noose to break your fall,
I'm over it, on the face of it,
I don't wish you were here anymore.

If I opened an old wound,
Then I hope you let go soon,
'Cause I feel nothing, on the face of it.
But only on the face of it.