Holding on and on Naked on the bedroom Oh, it's not my fault Oh, I should've known I've been a fool Now the sound of loving Is old and somehow gone Who said not to leave?

Oh, looks like the end again Her body bleaching out into the waves It's still the loudest thing Oh, I wish I had all my friends Into oblivion But that's not your fault They found him in the gutter at the business end of another Friday night Someone who'd