| Too proud to admit that love is gone |
| Too proud to admit the falling from Eden |
| Too proud to admit, and much too strong |
| The landing was rough |
| And the seat belt unfastened |
| Now it’s gone away |
| (And you gotta let go) |
| Now it’s gone away |
| (There's nothing to fear) |
| Now it’s gone away |
| (And you gotta let go) |
| It’s gone away |
| Concentrate, concentrate |
| Reinstate your former state of mind |
| Concentrate, concentrate |
| Reinvent yourself with space and time |
| Your name is kin to the winds, sister |
| You’re kin to the winds, sister |
| But you’ve an alabaster frame |
| And you’re too proud to admit that love is gone |
| Too proud to admit the falling from Eden |
| Too proud to admit, and much too strong |
| The landing was rough |
| And the seatbelt unfastened |
| Now it’s gone away |
| (And you gotta let go) |
| Now it’s gone away |
| (There's nothing to fear) |
| Now it’s gone away |
| (And you gotta let go) |
| It’s gone away |
| Concentrate, concentrate |
| Reinstate your former state of mind |
| Concentrate, concentrate |
| Reinvent yourself with space and time |
| Your name is kin to the stars, sister |
| You’re kin to the stars, sister |
| But now your perfect body’s maimed |
| Still you’re too proud to admit that love is gone |
| Too proud to admit… |