All this talk of getting old
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 know you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
All this talk of getting old
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
All this talk of getting old
But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down by old street
And if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again
All this talk of getting old
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
All this talk of getting old
So baby, Woh
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
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
All this talk of getting old
The drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
All this talk of getting old
So baby, Woh
If heaven calls, I'm coming too
And like you said
You leave my life, I'm better off dead
All this talk of getting old
But if you wanna show, just let me know
And now I'll sing in your ear again
All this talk of getting old
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But now 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
Oh, now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Never coming down, Never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Never coming down, never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Oh, now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
