i never wrote a love song
that didn't go 'woe is me, everything is wrong'
i don't know where to start
there was a time before you
i kinda forgot what that was like, life without you
now you are the best part
dearheart
dearheart
dearheart
and now i've woken up
the parts of me i did not think were working
a cog in something turning
you are the beginning
and this just seems so natural
so unrehearsed, so elementary, simple
i'm jealous of myself
(she's such a lucky cow)
dearheart
dearheart
dearheart
it seems i wrote a love song
that doesnt go woe is me, everything is wrong
i feel ive made a start
we've joined the list of lovers
we are silly, we are star-crossed
we make other people hate us
but can you really blame us