Falling Out of Love (With You) - Tullycraft

In an old silver line

I was yours, you were mine

I was hoarse, you were mean

We designed drum machines

But every day in every way

I’m falling out of love with you

Every kiss means less and less

I’m falling out of love with you

Every hour kills a flower

I’m falling out of love with you

You just bore me more and more

I’m falling out of love with you

They made sounds much like drums

I was young you were dumb

Now you’re older and I’m wiser

We design synthesizers

But every day in every way

I’m falling out of love with you

Every kiss means less and less

I’m falling out of love with you

Every hour kills a flower

I’m falling out of love with you

You just bore me more and more

I’m falling out of love with you