I used to be lunatic from the gracious days
  I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
  My aching heart would bleed for you to see
  Oh but now...
  (I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)
    No more "I love you's"
  The language is leaving me
  No more "I love you's"
  Changes are shifting outside the word
    (The lover speaks about the monsters)
    I used to have demons in my room at night
  Desire, despair, desire... SOOO MANY MONSTERS!
  Oh but now...
  (I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)
    No more "I love you's"
  The language is leaving me
  No more "I love you's"
  The language is leaving me in silence
  No more "I love you's"
  Changes are shifting outside the word
    (They were being really crazy
  They were on the come.
  And you know what mummy?
  Everybody was being really crazy.
  Uh huh. The monsters are crazy.
  There are monsters outside.)
    No more "I love you's"
  The language is leaving me
  No more "I love you's"
  The language is leaving me in silence
  No more "I love you's"
  Changes are shifting outside the word
  Outside the word