I've been your lover for the last time All your pretending, God knows that we tried I've been a doctor for the last time If we weren't so good at it we'd have both been fine
I knock you down Bruise you with my words I patch you up Now it's your turn
What is this thing called love that you speak? Cause we're out of it We're out of it
We built this city, now we tear it to the ground This fight is over, hear the bell ringing out, it's the end of the final round
You knock me down Cut me with a stare You patch me up Now it's my turn
What is this thing called love that you speak? Cause we're out of it We're out of it
