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