Another song of woe   Woe sounds like this       You say nothing's changed, where were you when my world    Was spinning into masquerade   You claim it's just a question of mathematics   I shut the door on your amateur dramatics       Then you think too much   And you talk too much, vicariously   Yeah you think too much   And you talk too much   Every word is substance free       You're the dirt on my collar   You're the hole in my favourite shoe   You're the last dying breath of love   You're the weight that I need to lose       And you hurt yourself       You say I'm deranged, I'll admit to being strange   But I just can't stop loving you   If the light in your eyes   Addiction came as a surprise   Didn't think I'd be so into you       Then you think too much   And you talk too much, so carelessly   Yeah you think too much   And you talk too much   Every word is substance free       You're the dirt on my collar   You're the hole in my favourite shoe   You're the last dying breath of love   You're the weight that I need to lose       You're the dirt on my collar   You're the hole in my favourite shoe   You're the last, the last dying breath of love   You're the weight that I need to lose       You're the dirt on my collar   You're the hole in my favourite shoe   You're the last dying breath of love   You're the weight that I need to lose