I used to be lunatic from your precious face
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights.
My aching heart would bleed for you to see.
Oh! But now...
(I don't catch myself bouncing home
Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)

No More "I love yous."
A language is leaving me.
No more "I love yous".
A language is leaving me exiled.
No more "I love yous".
Changes are shifting me outside the words.

(The Lover Speaks about the monsters)
I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire, despair, desire, so many monsters,
Oh! But now...
(I don't catch myself bouncing home
Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)

No More "I love yous."
A language is leaving me.
No more "I love yous".
A language is leaving me exiled.
No more "I love yous".
Changes are shifting me outside the words.

No more "I love yous."
A language is leaving me

Ohh Ohh....