What Is This Thing Called Love

I've been your lover for the last time

All the pretending; God knows that we tried

I've been the doctor for the last time

If we weren't so good at it we'd have both been fine

I knock you down

Bruise you with my words

I patch you up

Now it's your turn

What is this thing called love that you speak?

(Cause) we're out of it, we're out of it

We built this city, now we tear it to the ground

This fight is over, hear the bell ringing out

At the end of the final round

And you knock me down

Cut me with a stare

You patch me up

Now it's my turn