Labor of Love

Every time I flip a coin, I see a face, I never noticed
So I collect, and make a place, for the few that seem,
a bit suspicious To be marooned with
the treasure, or just stuck up a tree
It's a labor of love, and that's all it's ever gonna be

Behind closed eyes I sit and stare,
I think you misspelled, the word tomorrow
The light in here's too faint to tell,
so I painted over the words, precious cargo
Do you lock your doors in habit? Try to swallow every key?
It's a labor of love, and that' s all it's ever gonna be

There's an evil in these streets, and its growing fast,
under lamplight The naked eye,
the camera flash, behold the truth, of a midnight
Fate would have an ending, a self-aggrandized prophecy
It's a labor of love And that's all it's ever gonna be