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Lyrics:
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
(Numb)
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
Everyone’s been scared to death of
Everyone’s been scared to death of dying here alone
alone
Sex is easier than love. It’s 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 (Where is my soul)
Where is my soul
(Numb)
Written by Jon Foreman and Tim Foreman. All songs ©2005 Meadowgreen Music Company and Sugar Pete Songs / All right administered by EMI CMG Publishing (ASCAP). All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Behind the Song:
“Another song inspired by irony or paradox or perhaps sheer confusion. How is it that one of the most meaningful, intimate moments in a human's life is now used to sell beverages or magazines or auto parts? And indeed, sex sells. It's no wonder that sex is easier than love, because love is extremely difficult, almost impossible at times. I have no fingers to point, my friends, I'm simply stating the obvious and I love screaming this one out. This one was inspired by the Shins- a great band with great production elements. In many ways, Romey really made this one come alive.” – Jon Foreman (Switchfoot)
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