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?
Dearheart
Dearheart
Dearheart
