I to be lunatic from the gracious days I used to be woebegone and so restless nights My aching heart would bleed for you to see Oh but now... (I don't find myself bouncing whistling and fortunes to make me No more \"I love you's\" The language is leaving me No more \"I love you's\" Changes are shifting outside the word (The lover speaks about the monsters) I used have demons in my room at night Desire,despair,desire,so monsters Oh but now... (I don't find myself bouncing round whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)
No more \"I love you's\" The language is leaving me No more \"I love The language is leaving me in silence No more love you's\" Changes are shifting outside the word
They were being really crazy They were on the come. And you know what mammy? Everybody was being crazy. Uh huh. The monsters crazy. There are monsters outsides.
No more \"I love you's\" The language is leaving me No more \"I love you's\" The language is leaving in silence No more \"I love you's\" Changes are shifting outside the word