Lyrics:
by Bob DylanI'm walking through streets that are deadWalking, walking with you in my headMy feet are so tired, my brain is so wiredAnd the clouds are weepingDid I hear someone tell a lie?Did I hear someone's distant cry?I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smileWhile I was sleepingI'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of itThis kind of love I'm so sick of itI see, I see lovers in the meadowI see, I see silhouettes in the windowI watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging onTo a shadowI'm sick of love; I hear the clock tickThis kind of love; I'm love sickSometimes the silence can be like the thunderSometimes I wanna take to the road and plunderCould you ever be true?I think of youAnd I wonderI'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met youI'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget youJust don't know what to doI'd give anything toBe with you