Yeah, I've got a lot to say to you.
And it's been only days,
I wish I could sleep.
I can shut my eyes and,
Come on, I feel like a basket case.
And now my head's spinning,
in this odd, odd game.
Strung out- and losing the romantic at heart,
because it gives me character.
A love like this,
you thought you gave me the end of,
a love like that.