This love is fading,
this love is through,
I'll quit this complaining
if I can quit you too.

I'll stop smoking cigarettes,
I won't curse your steps,
as you walk 'cross the landscape,
as you pay off your debts.

I'll stop hiding in toilets
for a  moment of peace,
for a moment of outlet,
for a sight of the East.

My world is fading,
as you walk out the door,
this beauty is collapsing,
as I lapse into you.

This love is fading,
this love is done;
you've quit your pretending,
you've already run.