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