She Goes Down - Tonic

Oh dear, take what you’ve been given

And give back to me

Oh night, don’t waste your time with that

'Cause it may never come

But she goes down wrapped up in the armies

Of a love she’s found

She won’t hide, love is Sunday mornings

When the paper writes

Here and there, silently you’re waiting

For what never comes

Oh dear, don’t waste your time alone

'Cause it may never come

But she goes down wrapped up in the armies

Of a love she’s found

She won’t hide, love is Sunday mornings

When the paper cries

Oh dear, don’t waste your time with that

'Cause it may never come

But she goes down wrapped up in the armies

Of a love she’s found

She won’t hide, love is Sunday mornings

And the paper shines

She goes down, she goes down

She goes down, she goes down