Lyrics:

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
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 just like drums
I was young, you were dumb
Now we'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