Lay down your guns Lay them on the floor Nothing's gonna break my back no more It's a curious thing It's a perpetual night My vision must be dimming but hey that's all right I think I'm finally losing count of the score You can't lose what you've lost before You're out there in the winter sun Making love and having fun But I don't really want to know Shake off your cobwebs Go on and treat yourself If I don't got you I don't got my health A criminal lie to say it makes smile To think of you with some other guy I think I'm finally losing count of the score You can't lose what you've lost before You're out there in the winter sun Making love and having fun But I don't really want to know