| Song | Worn Out Tune |
| Artist | Elizabeth & the Catapult |
| Album | The Other Side of Zero |
| Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune, | |
| oh so sweet, oh so blue. | |
| We know all the words, but we miss the cues, | |
| oh so sweet, oh so blue. | |
| Place the needle on the jagged line, | |
| play that record baby, one more time. | |
| Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune. | |
| Looks to me like you're just passing through, | |
| here today, gone too soon. | |
| Found in the morning and we're lost by noon, | |
| here today, gone too soon. | |
| Close the curtains and I'll make you mine, | |
| dance to this samba baby, one more time. | |
| Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I'm not afraid of what you say, | |
| so tell me once again, | |
| I wasn't listening the first time. | |
| I'm not afraid of what you are, | |
| my enemy, my friend, | |
| you're just enough to wrap my head around. | |
| I'm not afraid of what I love, | |
| baby, all the saddest songs we sing | |
| are the ones we just can't get enough. | |
| The ones we can't get enough of, | |
| for once we just can't get enough. | |
| Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune, | |
| All the clichés, they've all been abused, | |
| So hide the staff and I'll pour the wine, | |
| Lift our glasses baby, one more time | |
| Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I'm not afraid of what you say, | |
| so tell me once again, | |
| I wasn't listening the first time. | |
| I'm not afraid of what you are, | |
| my enemy, my friend, | |
| you're just enough to wrap my head around. | |
| I'm not afraid of what I love, | |
| baby, all the saddest songs we sing | |
| are the ones we just can't get enough. | |
| The ones we can't get enough of, | |
| for once we just can't get enough. | |
| Sounds to me we're like a worn out tune, | |
| all the clichés, they've all been abused | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I'm not afraid of what you say, | |
| so tell me once again, | |
| I wasn't listening the first time. | |
| I'm not afraid of what you are, | |
| my enemy, my friend, | |
| you're just enough to wrap my head around. | |
| I'm not afraid of what I love, | |
| baby, all the saddest songs we sing | |
| are the ones we just can't get enough. | |
| The ones we can't get enough of, | |
| for once we just can't get enough. |
| Sounds to me we' re like a worn out tune, | |
| oh so sweet, oh so blue. | |
| We know all the words, but we miss the cues, | |
| oh so sweet, oh so blue. | |
| Place the needle on the jagged line, | |
| play that record baby, one more time. | |
| Sounds to me we' re like a worn out tune. | |
| Looks to me like you' re just passing through, | |
| here today, gone too soon. | |
| Found in the morning and we' re lost by noon, | |
| here today, gone too soon. | |
| Close the curtains and I' ll make you mine, | |
| dance to this samba baby, one more time. | |
| Sounds to me we' re like a worn out tune. | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m not afraid of what you say, | |
| so tell me once again, | |
| I wasn' t listening the first time. | |
| I' m not afraid of what you are, | |
| my enemy, my friend, | |
| you' re just enough to wrap my head around. | |
| I' m not afraid of what I love, | |
| baby, all the saddest songs we sing | |
| are the ones we just can' t get enough. | |
| The ones we can' t get enough of, | |
| for once we just can' t get enough. | |
| Sounds to me we' re like a worn out tune, | |
| All the cliché s, they' ve all been abused, | |
| So hide the staff and I' ll pour the wine, | |
| Lift our glasses baby, one more time | |
| Sounds to me we' re like a worn out tune | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m not afraid of what you say, | |
| so tell me once again, | |
| I wasn' t listening the first time. | |
| I' m not afraid of what you are, | |
| my enemy, my friend, | |
| you' re just enough to wrap my head around. | |
| I' m not afraid of what I love, | |
| baby, all the saddest songs we sing | |
| are the ones we just can' t get enough. | |
| The ones we can' t get enough of, | |
| for once we just can' t get enough. | |
| Sounds to me we' re like a worn out tune, | |
| all the cliché s, they' ve all been abused | |
| Chorus | |
| I' m not afraid of what you say, | |
| so tell me once again, | |
| I wasn' t listening the first time. | |
| I' m not afraid of what you are, | |
| my enemy, my friend, | |
| you' re just enough to wrap my head around. | |
| I' m not afraid of what I love, | |
| baby, all the saddest songs we sing | |
| are the ones we just can' t get enough. | |
| The ones we can' t get enough of, | |
| for once we just can' t get enough. |