Text: Switchfoot. Nothing Is Sound. Easier Than Love.

Sex is currency
She sells cars, she sells magazines
Addictive, bittersweet, clap your hands
With the hopeless nicotines

Everyone's a lost romantic
Since our love became a kissing show
Everyone's a Casanova
Come and pass me the mistletoe

Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone
She is easier than love, is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier leave, it's easier to lie

It's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul? Numb

Sex is industry
The CEO, of corporate policy
Skin-deep ministry
Suburban youth, hail your so-called liberty

Every advertising antic
Our banner waves with a neon glow
War and love become pedantic
We wage love with a mistletoe

Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone
She is easier than love, is easier to life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier leave, it's easier to lie

It's harder to face ourselves at night feeling alone
What have we done? What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul? Numb, yeah! Numb, numb
Yeah! Numb

It's easier than love, it's easier than love
It's easier than love, it's easier than love
She is easier than love, it's easier than love

Everyone's been scared to death of
Everyone's been scared to death of
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone, alone

Sex it's easier than love, it's easier than love
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to leave, it's easier to lie

It's harder to face ourselves at night feeling alone
What have we done? What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul? Where is my?
Where is my soul? Numb, numb, numb