Love is a catastrophe
 Look what it's done to me
 Brought me down here so low
 stranded, nowhere to go

 No concentration
 just [bad word] conversation
 Trying to understand
 how I fell into this quicksand

 What happens next?
 With life I'm unimpressed
 Pain like a cutter's knife
 Never been lonelier in my life

 Who issued the [bad word]  for this mad act of [bad word] 
 An end to equilibrium
 Fate laughs:
 Look what we've done to him!

 High wind through the trees
 Falling November leaves
 weak sun hanging low
 Summer seems so long ago

 All my former dreams
 tender romantic schemes
 revealed as so naive
 To think I could believe

 In love as the kindest law
 not as a declaration of war
 on my life and sanity
 Now I know at last for me
 love is a catastrophe