When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And resentment rides high but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads

Then love, love will tear us apart, again
Love, love will tear us apart, again

Why is the bedroom so cold? Turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives

Love, love will tear us apart, again
Love, love will tear us apart, again

Do you cry out in your sleep? All my failings exposed
There's a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold
Is it something so good just can't function no more?

But love, love will tear us apart, again
Love, love will tear us apart, again

Nuestro caballo de piedra, que eligió esperar hasta el día del cumpleaños del club de sus amores y ahora seguramente nos está mirando con su gorda desde Camboriú. Le jour de gloir est arrivé.

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now... Will you still be sending me a Valentine? Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd be out 'til quarter of three, would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four? You'll be older too, and if you say the word I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone, you can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings go for a ride. Doing the garden, digging the weeds... Who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four? Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear. We shall scrimp and save. Grandchildren on your knee: Vera, Chuck and Dave.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view. Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely, wasting away. Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine for evermore. Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?