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