Everything you ever told me

could have been a lie, we

may never have been in love.

Stuck on thinking that there is

always something to lose,

or a hit from above.

I don't need what I'm holding on to.

I wish I knew.

But meanwhile

Fluctuations are aching my

soul, Expectation is taking its

toll. Fluctuations are aching

my soul'cause everything you

ever told me could have been

a lie we may never have

been in love.

And then I will escape, I'll

never ever have to see another

disappointed face, no one to

please. Every now and then,

it feels like, in all of the universe,

there is nobody for me.

I told myself I wouldn't care,

no I wouldn't care.

But when she said she'd come

round I combed my hair,

yes I checked my hair.

Fluctuations are aching

my soul,Expectation is

taking its toll.