The Difference Is - Del Amitri

Said it to me, once

Then over and over

You keep on repeating

You’re a happy, happy mother

Maybe you’re in clover

But most of us sweat at the sight

Of this perfection and a perfect complexion

This infatuation and assisted sparks

Maybe you understand

The reasons why you have to hold hands

But I don’t understand

The ins and outs of milk and honey land

Milk and honey land

Oh, say it to me over

That this place is not like any other

It’s a room it’s a thought it’s a bed it’s an oven

It’s the places where you go to do the jumping and the loving

Say it to me over

I’m in peace, I’m in clover

Let me give thanks to your love life pranks

You told her that to love her with two fingers in her hands

Oh, I can’t conceive

Or even think of acting I gotta believe

I can tell inside that what’s mine and yours

You’ve got it figured out that ambition is for boars/bores

So I’m yelling «love's the only answer!»

You insist the weather and then bitch about the dancing

What a cheap gospel or a desperate Romeo

There’s a famous liar saying where the rest can go

I love your whole idea

Of harmony and bliss and little virgin kids

I love your heavenly expression and sighs

When you bump up through the depression of our lives

Oh, the depression of our lives

Oh, am I such a madman to admit I dislike you?

What is so unusual about it, oh, about me?