Falling Out Of Love With You

In an old silverline

I was yours, you were mine

I was hoarse, you were mean

We designed drum machines

But every day in every way

Im falling out of love with you

Every kiss means less and less

Im falling out of love with you

Every hour kills a flower

Im falling out of love with you

You just bore me more and more

Im falling out of love with you

They made sounds much like drums

I was young you were dumb

Now youre older and im wiser

We design synthesizers

But every day in every way

Im falling out of love with you

Every kiss means less and less

Im falling out of love with you

Every hour kills a flower

Im falling out of love with you

You just bore me more and more

Im falling out of love with you