Better Than

I could spend ages reading the news
I could spend days singing the blues
But I turn up the TV light
Give up without a fight
Better than pretending
To know what’s wrong and what’s right
I could spend ages asking myself why
There’s a million ways that I could say goodbye
But I turn down the lights
Come on, baby, come inside
Better than being
Some fool’s bride
Better than pretending
To know what’s wrong and what’s right
Turn down the lights
Come on, baby, come inside
Better than pretending
To know what’s wrong and what’s right
Better than being
Some fool’s bride
Well, it’s better than pretending
To know what’s wrong and what’s right
Oh, what’s wrong and what’s right
Doo, doo, oh…