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.
Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side.
Is my timing that flawed - our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
You cry out in your sleep - all my failings expose.
There's a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold.
Just that something so good just can't function no more.
When love, love will tear us apart again.