All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time [bad word] #39; down

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the [bad word] don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'as I passed down by your street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the [bad word] don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, [bad word]  too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time [bad word] #39; down

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, [bad word]  too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

Now the [bad word] don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Now the [bad word] don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Now the [bad word] don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again