Easier than Love - Switchfoot (or "woon-gerk")

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

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

She's easier than love, easier than life, it's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to leave, 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?

Society's notion of love has become so diluted, reconstructed
All we understand of it is grounded in notions of "romance"
Where have we come? What's the monster we've become?
Do we know how to feel, to give, to trust? Or are we too blinded by wanting to wage our mistletoe at every potential candidate?
Why are we so scared of being alone?