Every day it's easier to see
That you're gonna be a mother
So here we are, honeymoon,
Hotel room, married to each other

And the smile upon your trembling lips is brave,
But it don't cover up those tears you've cried
And though I'm trying hard.
All the emptiness I feel, is just.
Too big to hide,

Chorus:
And we've got nothing in common,
But our name, and our shame, and the blame
For letting passion's foolish flames run wild
And now we've got to cover up the fact
With an act, to atone for our mistake
And to protect the child
And we've agreed to try
To try and live a lie
But baby, I think it's all in vain
We're just not birds of a feather
Isn't it lonely, together?

Repeat Chorus