Night has taken over Fog in the streets Missus driving faster We’re closer to the beat The headrest slippin’ off The head I’m leaning on
We used to call each other ‘lover’ We used to try to make things work We used to call each other ‘lover’ We used to try
Best we start this over We’re hanging by a thread Been longing for an answer Why I ought to be your man
Lost my heart to a woman, only too young Trouble child, beauty queen, short attention span Lost my cause, caught slippin’, lost all serotonin But love’s standing in the way
We used to call each other ‘lover’ We used to try to make things work We used to call each other ‘lover’ We used to try