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, 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