All this talk of getting old
It´s getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I´m comin´ down

And I hope you´re thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don´t work
They just make you worse
But I know I´ll see your face again

Now the drugs don´t work
They just make you worse
But I know I´ll see your face again

But I know I´m on a losing streak
´Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I´ll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don´t work
They just make you worse
But I know I´ll see your face again

´Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I´m coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I´m better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It´s getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I´m comin´ down

Now the drugs don´t work
They just make you worse
But I know I´ll see your face again

´Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I´m coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I´m better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I´ll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don´t work
They just make you worse
But I know I´ll see your face again

Yeah, I know I´ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I´ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I´ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I´ll see your face again

I´m never going down, I´m never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I´m never coming down, I´m never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
(Repeat and Fade Out)