(Composed by Jon Foreman and Tim Foreman)
Sex is currency
She sells cars, she sells magazines
Addictive, bittersweet
Clap your hands with the hopeless nicotines
Everyone's a lost romantic,
Since our love became a kissing show
Everyone's a Casanova, come and pass me the mistletoe
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone
She is easier than love
Is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to leave, It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
feeling alone, what have we done
what is the monster we've become
Where is my soul
Sex is industry, the CEO of corporate policy
Skin deep ministry,
suburban youth, hail your so called liberty
Every advertising antic, our banner waves with a neon glow
War and love become pedantic, we wage love with a mistletoe
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone
Is easier than love
Is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to leave, It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
feeling alone, what have we done
what is the monster we've become
Where is my soul
Is easier than love, is easier than love
Is easier than love, is easier than love
She is easier than love, is easier than love
Everyone's been scared to death of
Everyone's been scared to death of
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone, alone
Sex is easier than love
Is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to leave, It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
feeling alone, what have we done
what is the monster we've become
Where is my, Where is my soul
Where is my soul
