In the haze of a dive bar, the tribute band plays, Our love is like their music, it no longer feels the same.
The love has faded away, like a worn-out track, No originality, no going back.
We are a common casualty, of the lack of cool melodies. Dance like our souls have worn away, drink to push all the pain away, yeah
The love has faded away, like a worn-out track, No originality, no going back.
A buzzing in my ears, this time it isn't her, perpetuating fears, of the things still left to come,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
The music fits the romance