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]  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.

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,
'Cause I passed down my old 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]  down.

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

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

I'm never going down,
I'm [bad word] down
No more, no more, no more,
no more, no more
I'm [bad word] down,
I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more.