Grand love grand a lot of things
There's always something more wise than my words
Stranger hope I'm not bothering
My love is something the rest of my world
No overdose on apathy
No empty sound no empty seat
With all those jewels and all those crowns
Why don't the queen go feed the hungry
No stylish cunts no wasteful hum
No uptown strain no tasteful pain
No eyes for sale no bottled love
That makes me cry grand affection
Cry grand affection cry grand affection
Cry grand cry grand affection
Cry grand affection cry grand affection
Cry grand cry grand

I was raised by two opposites
Must be why I am at war with the obvious
You're taking me to paradise and letting me stay
If I whistle in the wind it's heard it may never go away
No overdose on apathy
No empty sound no empty seat
With all those jewels and all those crowns
Why don't the queen go feed the hungry
No stylish guns no wasteful hum
No uptown strain no tasteful pain
No eyes for sale no bottled love
That makes me cry grand affection
Cry grand affection cry grand affection
Cry grand cry grand affection
Cry grand affection cry grand affection
Cry grand cry grand affection
Cry grand affection cry grand affection
If I whistle in the wind it's heard
Cry grand affection cry grand affection
If I whistle in the wind it's heard
If I whistle in the wind it's heard
If I whistle in the wind it's heard
It's taking me to paradise and letting me stay
If I whistle in the wind it's heard
If I whistle in the wind it's heard