Lyrics: Brett Anderson/Richard Oakes
Music: Brett Anderson/Richard Oakes
Whenever she laughs at herself, it will please you
Whenever she stares with those servant's eyes
Whatever she says she wants, well, it clearly isn't true
But you love to catastrophise
Ahh, she's emotionally unavailable
Ahh, but with the bluest eyes
Ahh, emotionally unavailable
Ohh, she's paralysed
And the paint wasn't even dry
And the air-conditioning never seemed to be off
Has she reached that point in her life
When she can only imagine the worst
And the future is better unknown?
And if she reached out, she'd only get hurt
Every night gives her something to hate
But I'd rather be hated than alone
Ahh, she's emotionally unavailable
Ahh, for the bluest eyes
Ahh, emotionally unavailable
Ohh, she's paralysed
Ahh, we're emotionally unavailable
Our reputation centres on a pack of lies
Ahh, emotionally unavailable
Ohh, paralysed