| So you came like a missile | |
| Falling on my head | |
| With a black sky | |
| You think you're giving. | |
| But you're taking my life away | |
| Then you came with your breezeblocks | |
| Smashing up my face like a bus-stop | |
| You think you're giving. | |
| But you're taking my life away | |
| Like the drunk you convinced was sober | |
| You keep me falling over | |
| You think you're giving. | |
| But you're taking my life away | |
| With your best of intentions | |
| You try to give an ocean directions | |
| You think you're giving. | |
| But you're taking my life away | |
| So you came like a missle | |
| Leaving me the whole world in exile | |
| You think you're giving. | |
| But you're taking my life away | |
| Like the drunk you convinced was sober | |
| You keep me falling over | |
| You think you're getting. | |
| But you're taking my life away | |
| You think you're giving. | |
| But you're taking my life away |