Behind the iron gates, the chefs were worked in silence. Each weekend beckoned like Ulysses Saros. And as the words were few, we'd listen to the radio. It was loud and irritated me so. I'll tell you I love you. I'll tell you I love you. Like my favorite pop song. These promises won't keep. Though every road begins and ends with you. The fall still hurts, the brew still blows. I'll paint you pictures of bright tomorrows. But the money goes and the time goes too. I'll tell you I love you. I'll tell you I love you. Like my favorite pop song. I'll tell you I love you. Like the stars above you. Like my favorite pop song. Favorite pop song. Wild and wise, trivialized, untrue. I'll tell you I love you. I'll tell you I love you. Like my favorite pop song. I'll tell you I love you. Like the stars above you. Like my favorite pop song. I'll tell you I love you. Like the stars above you. Like my favorite pop song. I'll tell you I love you. I'll tell you I love you. Like the stars above you. There's just so much cash in the hands of the government. I'll tell you I love you. I'll tell you I love you. Like my favorite pop song. Favorite pop song. Favorite pop song.