John Lennon
Here in some stranger's room
Late in the afternoon
What am I doing here at all?
There ainīt no doubt about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
Somehow the wires have crossed
Communication's lost
Can't even get you on the telephone
I gotta shout about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
Here in the valley of indecision
I don't know what to do
I feel you slipping away
I feel you slipping away
Two, three, four, one, two, three, four, one, two
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
You say you're not getting enough
But I remind you of all that bad stuff
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
Just put a bandaid on it?
And stop the bleeding now
Stop the bleeding now
I know I hurt you then
But hell, that was way back when
And well, do you still have to carry that cross?
Don't wanna hear about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you.