| From the moment the lights went off | 
| Everything had changed | 
| Lie awake in an empty room | 
| In my head it all feels the same | 
| Like the taste of the day you left | 
| That still lingers on my breath | 
| And the dampness of tears that left | 
| A stain where you had wept | 
| All alone with the negligee | 
| That still hangs off of my bed | 
| I keep meaning to give it away | 
| But I just leave it there instead | 
| No need to cry about it | 
| I cannot live without it | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| Why do you do this to me? | 
| You penetrate right through me | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| Three more days 'til I see your face | 
| I’m afraid it’s far too much | 
| Cook a meal and fix up the place | 
| Dial your number, hang it up | 
| If I took you for granted | 
| I apologize for acting tough | 
| You’re my reason for living | 
| And there’s no way I’m giving up, oh | 
| No need to cry about it | 
| I cannot live without it | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| Why do you do this to me? | 
| You penetrate right through me | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| Now every evening is a bitter fight | 
| And I’m eating home alone on a Friday night | 
| I know what your friends say | 
| «He's just wasting your love and time» | 
| I will never let you change your mind | 
| No need to cry about it | 
| I cannot live without it | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| Why do you do this to me? | 
| You penetrate right through me | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| No need to cry about it | 
| I may just die without it | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| Why do you do this to me? | 
| You penetrate right through me | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door | 
| Every time I wind up back at your door |