Texty: Erasure. Erasure. I Love You.

You made your bed, now lie in it
You masochist of mayhem
This mortal coil is up for grabs
Danger forever

I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside you head
I would swear that there must be
A thousand possibilities to mend your heart

Now take these words
And tie them up
And give them back
Give them back

For I
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you

You call collect and I reject
Your foul abuse and your language
Where's your sense of etiquette?
Can't you assess the damage?

I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside your head
I would swear that there must be
A row of possibilities to mend your heart

Now take these tears
And cry them in
Your pillow dear
And I'll be near

For I
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you

Take these tears
Away from me now
Take these tears
Away from me now

I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside your head
I would swear that there must be
A thousand possibilities to mend our hearts

Now take these tears
And cry them in
Your pillow dear
And I'll be near

For I
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you

Take these tears
Away from me now
Take these tears
Away from me now
Take these tears

I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, love you

I love you
And I feel you