I cant stand it. This kind of love, I cant stand it.
I cant stand it. Ive had enough, I cant stand it.
Sitting in a place called upside down with a letter from a Lady in London town.
It says ""get up off your hands and knees, and step away from the wreckage, please.""

Youre drowning. Youre not waving, youre drowning.
Youre drowning. I cant save you from drowning.
There goes the thrill, and the trust.
There goes the love, there goes the lust. And the chance to reconcile.
We beat the odds for a spell. Now off you go, and fare thee well, in a little while.

Get a grip, old lover. Lover, dont you see?
Get a grip, old lover. You cant count on me
to be by your side, to be by your side.

This silence makes me wander in silence,
This silence pulls me under in silence.
Oh, your love was bold. It warmed my body but chilled my soul."