Another song of woe

Woe sounds like this

You say nothing's changed, where were you when my world

Was spinning into masquerade

You claim it's just a question of mathematics

I shut the door on your amateur dramatics



Then you think too much

And you talk too much, vicariously

Yeah you think too much

And you talk too much

Every word is substance free



You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose



And you hurt yourself



You say I'm deranged, I'll admit to being strange

But I just can't stop loving you

If the light in your eyes

Addiction came as a surprise

Didn't think I'd be so into you



Then you think too much

And you talk too much, so carelessly

Yeah you think too much

And you talk too much

Every word is substance free



You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose



You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last, last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose



You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose