I've been your lover for the last time
 All the pretending; God knows that we tried
 I've been the doctor for the last time
 If we weren't so good at it we'd have both been fine

 I knock you down
 [bad word] you with my words
 I patch you up
 Now it's your turn
 What is this thing called love that you speak?
 (Cause) we're out of it, we're out of it

 We built this city, now we tear it to the ground
 This fight is over, hear the bell ringing out
 At the end of the final round

 And you knock me down
 Cut me with a stare
 You patch me up
 Now it's my turn