Making It Up as We Go Along - Lyrics - Vigilantes Of Love

Didn't hear that remark, They say it's hard to hit the moving target, A door can be a jar perhaps, Please remember, Sir, to mind the gap. And I stumble at your bed and it all goes to my head, but I'll blow that silver lock with savage kisses. And hit it with a swagger underneath, We're not that strong, We are making it up as we go along. Oh, the shiny day, to be so close to the sea of your emotion, Oh, to drown inside your eyes, swim the skies, and climb the deepest oceans. And I fumble with the lock, go on the chopping block, and we never recognise when the lights go up. Hit it with a swagger underneath, We're not that strong, We are making it up as we go along. Oh yeah. Didn't hear that remark, They say it's hard to hit the moving target. And I stumble at your feet, and I've never been discreet, Where did you get those sacramental kisses? Hit it with a swagger underneath, We're not that strong, We are making it up, And hit it with a swagger underneath, We're not that strong, We are making it up, We are making it up, We are making it up.