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