Your love is like finger nails on a chalkboard   Your love is like throwing myself overboard   A breakdown on a motorway   A heart attack on Christmas day   Like scaling a cliff then falling off   Like trying not to cough      And I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep   I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep   I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down   There’s no point in trying to turn back now      I’m drowned   I’m drowned      Your love is like sand inside a bathing suit   Your love is a symphony with the sound on mute   A letter sent to the wrong address   Or red wine on a wedding dress   Like broken bones in my playing hand   Like trying to swallow sand      Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep   I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep   I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down   There’s no point in trying to reach dry ground      I’m drowned   I’m drowned      Your love is like one last breath of salty air   Your love is like a map that leads to nowhere   A wine glass on a concrete floor   The overuse of metaphor   The straight ahead in a sideways glance   Like the misstep in a dance      Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep   I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep   I think I’ll just keep swimming down   There’s no point in turning round      I’m drowned   I’m drowned