we were professionals in leadin' arguments
oh my god, we could even fight about the weather
we didn't care if it made any sense
when i played richards you wanted jagger
i had a bad time, like lost in hell
and all my sorrow let you swagger
... on the ashes of my better days ... and now i know
i turned my back on a back stabber
baby baby you don't make me
feel anything
there won't be no final consensus
if both of us can't give in
you don't make me feel anything