Lyrics:

How sad the castle with no foundation underground
Sadder still is the lover with no mystery left unfound
You threaten to pack your trunks and go back to Chinatown

Did I say something impolitic?
Or did I lay it on too thick?
And are we breaking up tonight?
Or can we have a pillow fight?

Do we really need to hire a plane
To carpetbomb down memory lane?
And shall we figure out who's right?
Or can we have a pillow fight?

Diverse unpleasantnesses gather around our bed
Like pigeons round a park bench clamoring to be fed
Let us kill all these rats with wings by feeding them poisoned bread

Did I say something impolitic?
Or did I lay it on too thick?
And are we breaking up tonight?
Or can we have a pillow fight?

Do we really need to hire a plane
To carpetbomb down memory lane?
And shall we figure out who's right?
Or can we have a pillow fight?