We're giving up, we've seen enough, we've lived enough and had to stop. We're giving up, we're thinking up, we're beating up and fighting off. We're near enough, we're at the point of giving up. We're giving up, we're giving up, we're giving up. Deep in love, is it all that kind? To leave a love for a new taste? To sing of us all, with an old point of view. A name for lot, but never really knew. Feel this need, to be free. Can we feel, and be real? I need your love, but can I breathe this time? Cause I see your love, in a new way. Am I deep enough, to see through you? Feel this need, to be free. Can we feel, and be real? Feel this need, to be free. Can we feel, and be real? Feel this need, to be free. Can we feel, and be real? Feel this need.