Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Things that you’ve held high
And told yourself were true
Lost or changing
As the days comes down to you
It’s down to you, constant stranger
You’re a kind person
You’re a cold person too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you, ooh
Go down to the pick-up station
You’re craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination
A few drinks later you’re not so choosy
The closing light strip of the shadows
On strange new flesh you found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry to the blackness and the blankets
And you lay down an impression of your loneliness
In the morning there are lovers in the street
They look so high, you brush against a stranger
And you both appologize
Old friends seem indifferent
You must have brought that on Old bonds have broken down
Love is gone, ooh love is gone
Written on your spirit the sad song
Love is gone, ooh love is gone
Written on your spirit the sad song
Love is gone
Everything comes and goes
Pleasure moves on too early
Trouble leaves too slow
Just when you’re thinking
That you’ve finally got it made
Bad news comes knocking for you
At your garden gate
Knocking for you, constant stranger
You’re a brute, you’re an angel
You can crawl, you can fly too
It’s down to you
It all comes down to you