Hello lover, I can't do you harm.
Middle lover, I did do you harm whenever I want to.
Oh no, the ladder collapsing.
Oh no, the ladder collapsing.
Oh no, the ladder collapsing.
The matter relaxing.
The girl (the boy) can't sing.
Lover running backwards now.
Lover it is now.
Then tomorrow crashes down
At a hundred miles an hour and it's sour.
The goodbye, the goodbye;
The lover sighs.
Tomorrow crashes down,
One-hundred miles an hour.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
