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