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 doesn't go "woe is me, everything is wrong" I feel I've 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?