| Written by | |
| L. Winstanley / | |
| S. Robson | |
| Sat on a rainy day | |
| Recalling a conversation | |
| Didn't I hear you say | |
| Nothing could keep us apart? | |
| Nothing could stop us now, yeah yeah | |
| Why do you put on me? | |
| Seems your good intentions | |
| Are blowing in the breeze | |
| Each time we're close to the top | |
| We hit rock | |
| Chorus Back down to zero | |
| Just how low can we go? | |
| I aint gonna stick around | |
| For you to bring me down | |
| Gotta let it go | |
| If it ain't real | |
| I ain't dealin' with | |
| Love on the flipside now | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| No place you'd rather be | |
| Is all you can say as you | |
| Open the door to leave | |
| Me one more time wonderin' why | |
| On one more lonely night, yeah yeah | |
| Maybe I put on you | |
| Seems my good intentions | |
| I just can't see them through | |
| Each time we climb to the top | |
| Then we drop & we're in a crazy situation | |
| Caught up in a habit we just gotta let go | |
| No more going back | |
| Chorus Back down to zero | |
| Just how low can we go? | |
| I ain't gonna stick around | |
| For you to bring me down | |
| Gotta let it go | |
| If it ain't real | |
| I aint dealin' with | |
| Love on the flipside now | |
| Yeah yeah |