Текст The Airborne Toxic Event – This Losing

Standing at your doorway
My stomach all tangled ‘n tight
Have it your way
Oh God, where are you tonight?

A thousand times we’ve said,
«I’m sorry, it’s over again»
I can’t live like this
Feel like this in my own skin
It all seems so degrading
In the morning such sin
Your face just like a child
Oh darling, don’t let me in

And we laugh just like children
In waiting, in sheets on your bed
While we secretly pray
Like we’re mourning the dead
And you tell me you’re so weary
I know
‘Cause I’m weary too
You hold back a tear
But darling, what are we to do?

And the wine, and that rain
And that feel of your skin
Again I’m
Swimming, or flying, or dying
This face, this fear

This hand
This glow
This only thing I love

This losing
This losing
This losing

This losing
This losing
This losing… love