Lyrics:

Still stepping over meLittle, he needs(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)Little, you may needAnd you know how sometimesWhen your face gives right in to himYou've chosen your life for your man, yeaAnd look at your goalsStanding at his feet(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)Sometimes he flailedBut you're glad he caresBut you're glad heAnd you died sometimesWhen your face gives right in to himYou've chosen your life for your man, yeaFor him? For yourself?Futile, in love(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)Futile is this feverAnd you diedDid I see dark lines?So, what have you got now?Futile, in love(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)Futile is this feverThe spirit of life fires me now (x3)The spirit of life fires me