I don't care the way you smile, the way you talk to me (x3)

'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done

I don't love you no more (x2)

I don't care the way you walk, the way you comb your hair (x3)

'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done

I don't love you no more (x2)

You can beg me, you can cry, opening your arms (x3)

'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done

I don't love you no more (x2)

Ho.............................

'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done

I don't love you no more (x3)

Thought i was light years ahead of them
But i was blind they were only miles
Light years ahead of them, he must be right

I was only pretending to be just another wannabe
A love supreme in flip flops
There might be peacocks in disguise
You’d better practice your passing shots
Beware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs

You were born in Christchurch baby
Listen to the bells
They’re ringing again in your ears
They resound in the evening
They resound when you’re young
They’re sound in the morning
They resound when you’re getting old/get things done