Nothing to do, thinking of you
It’s the summer of 1992

Skies are grey, your eyes are blue
I don't know why your so hard to choose

Second guess, something to prove
I should know what I’m gonna do
And I know…

It’s killing my love!
It’s killing my love!
It’s killing my love!
It’s killing my love!

Gettin’ away without making a move
On the other side of what I’m going through

Don’t need a map where I’m headed to
There’s no address for a pint of view

When I'm lost gotta make a u-turn
around my attitude, ‘cause I know...

It’s killing my love!
(Killing my love)
Killing my love!
(Killing my love)
It’s killing my love!
(Killing my love)
Killing my love, my love, my love!

You’re killing my love!
(Killing my love)
Killing my love! Oh!
(Killing my love)
You’re killing my love!
(Killing my love)
Killing my love…

Na na na na na na na na naaa na na naaa na na (x8)