Written by Lou Barlow
from _Bubble and Scrape_

It's all a matter
of soul and fire.
Infatuation
or true desire.

The thrill of discovery,
divine intervention;
cruel, cruel change,
pain of rejection.

As you walk away
think of all the joy we shared.
If you decide you need me,
I'll be wondering if I care...

Not there to soothe your soul,
friend to tender friend.
I think our love is coming to an end.

King persuader,
congratulations.
You share her heart,
you bought her soul

Princess confusion
come to me again.
Saying goodbye
was so much fun.

When you walk away
feel the freedom in your heart.
There's a joy in letting go,
free to find a love apart.

When I lose control
I need a kind, forgiving friend,
but I think our love is coming to an end.

I know our love is coming to an end