[Verse 1]
My humble thanks for an extraordinary evening
I don't know when I've been so entertained
The conversation so bold, so full of meaning
There were times I thought I'd go insane
[Chorus]
You're breaking up in me and falling all to pieces
It's hard to understand the voices in my head
What kind of game is this?
What kind of strange disease?
Is this the touch of your hand
Or the cold, cold death?
[Verse 2]
The string quartet performed with such pure feeling
It's hard to believe they were all deaf and blind
The soprano's dress, so tasteful, so revealing
The tailor made just for her bump and grind
[Chorus]
You're breaking up in me and falling all to pieces
It's hard to understand the voices in my head
What kind of game is this?
What kind of strange disease?
Is this the touch of your hand
Or the cold, cold death?
[Bridge]
I've survived a plague in the fifteenth century
But I can't survive the thought of losing you
And if it's all in vain, my dreams and your reality
There's one thing that I need you to know
[Verse 3]
You'll be glad to hear that pain is now receding
The doctors say they're pleasantly surprised
What a relief! To know they've stopped the bleeding
They're hopeful I may get back my sight
[Chorus]
You're breaking up with me, I didn't hear a word you said
I'm busy breaking up with the voices in my head
What kind of love is this?
What kind of strange disease?
Oh, the touch of your hand
Is the touch of the cold, cold death
Oh, the touch of your hand
Is the touch of the cold, cold death
Oh, the touch of your hand
Is the touch of the cold, cold death