in an old silverline   i was yours, you were mine   i was hoarse, you were mean   we designed drum machines      but every day in every way    im falling out of love with you   every kiss means less and less   im falling out of love with you   every hour kills a flower   im falling out of love with you   you just bore me more and more   im falling out of love with you      they made sounds much like drums   i was young you were dumb   now youre older and im wiser   we design synthesizers      but every day in every way    im falling out of love with you   every kiss means less and less   im falling out of love with you   every hour kills a flower   im falling out of love with you   you just bore me more and more   im falling out of love with you