performed by Rick Springfield)

I must be blind, I can't see why we can't work this out
It gets so tangled when we try to talk and sort it out

There's people dying for what they believe
And I can't even choose should I stay or leave
And we're supposed to be in love

Chorus:
And the great lost art of conversation is lost on this man tonight
And the late crossed heart of good intention
Is forgotten in the heat of the fight

We count the scars to see who won, you wear them on your heart
It feels so strange, you feel so numb, I thought I'd fall apart

I'll take my leave, you take your lace
Let's leave it now with some semblance of grace
No point in trying to talk anymore

chorus

And know I won't keep holding on, I'm not that strong
End it, it's time that we both moved on
No point in trying to talk anymore

And the great lost art of conversation is forgotten in the heat of the fight
And the late crossed heart of good intention is lost on this man tonight