作词 : Philip Powell
作曲 : Philip Powell
My love for you has worn away
Hunting like a cat most nights most days
My mood lacks bite
When you’re here we fight

Our dream has never been the same
Anyone you see you think’s fair-game
My mood is shite
We’re sick of the sight

You’ve had your friends you've had some of mine
You think it’s cool you think it’s fine
My mood lacks sparkle
We’re just a debacle

Out on the town hunting your catches
While I’m stuck here covered in scratches.