6ths 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
