Another song of woe

Woe sounds like this 



You say nothing's changed, where were you when my world 

Was spinning into masquerade

You claim it's just a question of mathematics

I shut the door on your amateur dramatics 



Then you think too much

And you talk too much, vicariously

Yeah you think too much

And you talk too much

Every word is substance free 



You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose 



And you hurt yourself 



You say I'm deranged, I'll admit to being strange

But I just can't stop loving you

If the light in your eyes

Addiction came as a surprise

Didn't think I'd be so into you 



Then you think too much

And you talk too much, so carelessly

Yeah you think too much

And you talk too much

Every word is substance free 



You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose 



You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last, the last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose 



You're the dirt on my collar

You're the hole in my favourite shoe

You're the last dying breath of love

You're the weight that I need to lose