All this talk of getting old

	All this talk of getting old

	It's getting me down my love

	Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown

	This time I'm comin' down

	And I know you're thinking of me

	As you lay down on your side

	All this talk of getting old

	Now the drugs don't work

	They just make you worse

	But I know I'll see your face again

	Now the drugs don't work

	They just make you worse

	But I know I'll see your face again

	All this talk of getting old

	But I know I'm on a losing streak

	'Cause I passed down by old street

	And if you wanna show, just let me know

	And I'll sing in your ear again

	All this talk of getting old

	Now the drugs don't work

	They just make you worse

	But I know I'll see your face again

	All this talk of getting old

	So baby, Woh

	If heaven calls, I'm coming too

	Just like you said

	You leave my life, I'm better off dead

	All this talk of getting old

	All this talk of getting old

	It's getting me down my love

	Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

	This time I'm comin' down

	All this talk of getting old

	The drugs don't work

	They just make you worse

	But I know I'll see your face again

	All this talk of getting old

	So baby, Woh

	If heaven calls, I'm coming too

	And like you said

	You leave my life, I'm better off dead

	All this talk of getting old

	But if you wanna show, just let me know

	And now I'll sing in your ear again

	All this talk of getting old

	Now the drugs don't work

	They just make you worse

	But now I know I'll see your face again

	Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

	Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

	Oh, now

	Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

	Never coming down, Never coming down

	No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more

	Never coming down, never coming down

	No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

	Oh, now

	Yeah, I know I'll see your face again