| You see my love is no formal position | |
| You say my love is just cold repetition re-done | |
| I fear that I'm another acquisition | |
| I fear that I'm now just pure imposition my love | |
| You see that I'm losing the heart | |
| You see that I'm losing more heart every day | |
| I remember the heat at the start | |
| Then the sound of my feet as I walk on my ways |