Your sweet nature, darling
Was too hard to swallow
I've got the solution
I'm leaving tomorrow
And now as I stand
And stare into your eyes
I see safety there--
I want surprises

What I really need to do
Is find myself a brand new lover
Somebody real nice to me
Who doesn't notice all the others
What I really need to do
Is find a brand new lover

When you wake up tomorrow
You'll be all alone
Oh the love that we had
I have quickly outgrown
I wanted to stay, but I just couldn't do it
Couldn't stand there and put you through it

What I really need to do
Is find myself a brand new lover
Somebody real nice to me
Who doesn't notice all the others
What I really need to do
Is find myself a brand new lover
Somebody real nice to me
Who doesn't notice all the others

Now other loves will tell you that
I'm nothing but a pleasure-seeker
For once I really must agree
I need to leave you by yourself
And go in search of someone else
To satisfy my curiosity

Your sweet nature, darling
Was too hard to swallow
I've made my decision
I'm leaving tomorrow

What I really need to do
Is find myself a brand new lover
Somebody real nice to me
Who doesn't notice all the others
What I really need to do
Is find a brand new lover

What I really need to do
Is find myself a brand new lover
Somebody real nice to me
Who doesn't notice all the others
What I really need to do
Is find myself a brand new lover
Somebody real nice to me
Who doesn't notice all the others

What I really need to do
Is find myself a brand new lover
Somebody real nice to me
Who doesn't notice all the others
What I really need to do
Is find a brand new lover

El muro en el que los profetas escribieron
Se está resquebrajando.
Sobre los instrumentos de muerte
La luz del sol brilla resplandeciente.
Cuando todos los hombres se desgarren
Con pesadillas y con sueños,
Nadie va a depositar la corona de laurel
Mientras el silencio ahogue los gemidos.

Confusión será mi epitafio.
Mientras avanzo un camino roto y agrietado
Si lo logramos, podremos todos sentarnos
Y reí­r.
Pero me temo que mañana estaré llorando.
Sí­, me temo que mañana estaré llorando.

Entre las puertas de hierro del destino,
Las semillas del tiempo fueron sembradas,
Y regadas por hazañas de aquellos
Que conocen y que son conocidos;
El conocimiento es un amigo mortal
Cuando nadie pone las reglas.

La suerte de toda la humanidad, lo veo,
Está en manos de tontos.

Confusión será mi epitafio.
Mientras avanzo un camino roto y agrietado
Si lo logramos, podremos todos sentarnos
Y reí­r.
Pero me temo que mañana estaré llorando.
Sí­, me temo que mañana estaré llorando.

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.

The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.