Oh dear-
Take what you've been given,
And give back to me.
Oh night-
Don't waste your time with that,
'Cause it may never come.

But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide-
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper writes.

Here there-
Silently you're waiting for what never comes.
Oh dear-
Don't waste your time alone,
'Cause it may never come.

But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide-
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper cries.

Oh dear-
Don't waste your time with that,
'Cause it may never come.

But she goes down,
Wrapped up in the armies of a love she's found.
She won't hide-
Love is Sunday mornings when the paper shines.

She goes down-
She goes down.

She goes down-
She goes down.