Interpret:

Verve, The

Album:

Urban Hymns

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 hope you're thinking of me 
As you lay down on your side 
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 


But I know I'm on a losing streak 
'Cause I passed down my old street 
And if you wanna show, then just let me know 
And I'll sing in your ear again 


Now the drugs don't work 
They just make you worse 
But I know I'll see your face again 


'Cause baby, ooh, 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 
It's getting me down my love 
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown 
This time I'm comin' down 


Now the drugs don't work 
They just make you worse 
But I know I'll see your face again 


'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too 
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead 


But if you wanna show, just let me know 
And I'll sing in your ear again 


Now the drugs don't work 
They just make you worse 
But 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 
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again 
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again 


I'm never going down, I'm never coming down 
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more 
I'm never coming down, I'm never going down 
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more