It was a kitchen cemetery of poses
Put in a spot of everlasting appeal
Holy water dripping over the roses
It stood me up as I was starting to kneel

I'm pinging on your radar
It's not fair
I'm shooting up a flare
I'm sending smoke signals through the air
But there's nobody there, no

And they say: Let them say what they want
But I'm not going to let you
'Cause I'm tired of messing around
And I'm willing to bet you
That you're messing my mind to the ground

I'm pinging on your radar
It's not fair
I'm shooting up a flare
I'm sending the smoke signals through the air
But there's nobody there, no, not at all

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye

I'm pinging on your radar
It's not fair
I'm shooting up a flare
I'm sending smoke signals through the air
But there's nobody there, no

Well if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well if you know me, then you'll never love me
Well if you know me, then you'll never love me

I'm shooting up a flare
I'm shooting up a flare

It was a kitchen cemetery of poses
Put in a spot of everlasting appeal
Holy water dripping over the roses
It stood me up as I was starting to kneel