Falling out of Love with You

In an old silver line
I was yours, you were mine
I was hoarse, you were mean
We designed drum machines
But every day in every way
I’m falling out of love with you
Every kiss means less and less
I’m falling out of love with you
Every hour kills a flower
I’m falling out of love with you
You just bore me more and more
I’m falling out of love with you
They made sounds much like drums
I was young you were dumb
Now you’re older and I’m wiser
We design synthesizers
But every day in every way
I’m falling out of love with you
Every kiss means less and less
I’m falling out of love with you
Every hour kills a flower
I’m falling out of love with you
You just bore me more and more
I’m falling out of love with you