The Love Is Dead

We've got a boy from the city, lives a life of his own
And yet it seems such a pity that he's never alone...
He's got a girl on his arm with a place in his heart
But as the clock ticks away, they're drifting further apart
He spends a night on the town, but she's bringing him down
She sends him text after text and makes him look like a clown
And it seems a rare occasion, that they don't spend time together
But even on these instances it still requires endeavour

They tend to disagree on things that barely have a meaning
And her friends had seen him kissing girls in clubs he'd never been in
It's the time he spends without his friends when it's clear how much he'll need 'em
On the endless nights and pointless fights that leave him seeking freedom

He gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out...

The execution's over
And it's challenging belief
And the only thing that's certain
Is the feeling of relief
It's left him feeling numb
His eyes are sore from what she said
He doesn't need to come 'round here no more
The love is dead

It seems that time's divided them and twisted their intentions
And the girls he's met along the way, she feels inclined to mention
It's not that he won't miss the endless chats and constant kisses
But he won't miss being greeted every week with "Where's the Mrs?"
Temptation always seems to win, the band of trust is broken
They're both aware of equal sin, the truth is always spoken
So what do you do, when it falls apart
And you've lasted all these years?
A lease of life, a broken heart
The bastard draws the tears...

The spark has disappeared and left an awkward smell of tension
Instead of curing years of pain, he's looking for prevention
I know it's disconcerting, and it's tearing him in two
But he needs to stop it hurting, and it's the only thing to do

He gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out...

The execution's over
And it's challenging belief
And the only thing that's certain
Is the feeling of relief
It's left him feeling numb
His eyes are sore from what she said
He doesn't need to come 'round here no more
The love is dead

The execution's over
And it's challenging belief
And the only thing that's certain
Is the feeling of relief
It's left him feeling numb
His eyes are sore from what she said
He doesn't need to come 'round here no more
The love is dead

He gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out...

Withdrawal Symptoms

Ignoring apprehension and the hurt that they're bound to 'cause

With innocent intentions as they flirt without a pause

And what makes it even worse is there's nothing that he can do

Just like romance in reverse it's left him feeling black and blue

And their subtle innuendo's lead to endless nights of passion

Developing some feelings in a rather awkward fashion

From the moment they first met when in a crowded room they kissed

To the way he strokes her neck with a touch so soft she just can't resist

And their hearts are moving nearer as they're torn apart by the distance

Connections 'coming clearer as they battle-on with resistance

And the simple smell of perfume or the sound of her beautiful voice

And the thing that makes it harder is that they know that there's simply no choice

His passion overwhelms him and he's desperate for one more fix

And no matter what she tells him, he'll be wary of every one of her little tricks

And it's blatantly apparent every time that they meet

That just half-an-hour later, they'll be back beneath the sheets

And his friends don't understand why he's still pining for this stranger

And he'll just one more kiss when every time he's left in danger

And she pulls him in further and further every time

He drops his boxing guard

He just about forgets her, and then it hits him
Three times as hard

And their hearts are moving nearer as they're torn apart by the distance

Connections 'coming clearer, as they battle-on with resistance

And the simple smell of perfume or the sound of her beautiful voice

And the thing that makes it harder, is that they know that there's simply no choice

And their contact is irregular, but he knows it's for the best

And by sending drunken texts to her she's hardly gonna be impressed

Instead he's treading carefully and ignoring what he hears

From her so-called fucking friends

A tight-rope of emotion, there's only one way this can end...

And their hearts are moving nearer as they're torn apart by the distance

Connections 'coming clearer, as they battle-on with resistance

And the simple smell of perfume or the sound of her beautiful voice

And the thing that makes it harder

Is that they know that there's simply no choice