Go, go, go, the traffic builds into a frenzy
No, no, no, my blood beat rises with the tension
Why, why, why, we're always searching for a reason
So, so, so, there must be more than just a pension
She hangs the washing on the line
For the second time this week
He looks at her and feels a loss in his life
In his life
Thinks, I need to, to break out
To release my aching soul
True pa**ion at my age
It's the only thing I know, I know
Slow, slow, slow, each day blends dimly to another
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Grow, grow, grow, this disenchantment of each other
Why, why, why, the ghost of youth betrays it's uses
We hang ourselves on our own self constructed nooses
He leaves work earlier today
For a secret rendezvous
She tries to phone him just to say, I need you
I need you
Thinks, I need to, to break out
This romance has gone so wrong
True pa**ion at my age
It's the only thing I want, I want
There's a note upon the table
It said goodbye
Goodbye