Your Love (Is Killing Me)
Justin Currie
Your love is killing me
I wake up soaking in bed
In a monsoon of dread
Your love is killing me
I go limping around
From bar to bar in this town
Your love slowly steals
and I can't believe just how good that feels
I get sick and I get well
And I can't wait to go back to hell
Your love is killing me
There's a pain in my side
It feels like shame every night
Your love is killing me
By stealth, by design
By only inches at a time
Your love slowly steals
and I can't believe just how good that feels
I get sick and I get well
And I can't wait to go back to hell
Your love puts the fear in me
How could I ever be without
Your love never heals
and I can't believe just how good that feels
I get sick and I get well
And I can't wait to go back to hell