Fine Dining

Where's that love that never dies Through clever conversation And compromise? Where's that crush that chemically catalyzed My stomach full of butterflies? The rush of blood between my thighs You made your bed so I guess I'll make a table for two And I'll put on my dress Go alone And home with somebody who isn't you I called it love Just picking at the crumbs Pouring out the stale wine Tell everyone we're doing great And you swear it's all okay But I remember fine Dining I remember denying When you took that spark from my heart Without even trying So where's that love that never dies Frisson like fields of fireflies Too busy with stars that don't align You made your bed so I guess I'll make a table for two And I'll put on my dress Go alone And home with somebody who isn't you I called it love Just picking at the crumbs Pouring out the stale wine Tell everyone we're doing great And you swear it's all okay But I remember fine Dining I called it love Just picking at the crumbs Pouring out the stale wine Tell everyone we're doing great And you swear it's all okay But I remember fine Dining