Róisín Murphy Follow

It inevitably has come to pass
That I write for you at last a song, a rhyme

Oh, to tell you the truth of it
I'm a little confused myself
Is it through memory's rose tinted glass?

I have come to ask
Or is it a love that was meant to last
Through time itself?

Proving us wrong all along
Shouldn't we be holding on
It's a silly thing really that you shouldn't believe in

Nothing too complicated
Endlessly formulated
Foolish romantic ideals of love

Could there be such a thing?
How could there be such a thing?
As beautifully flawed

We'll make mistakes and then
Life is the art of
Learning to live with it through time

But you knew it all along
You who, wiser than I
See it coming, see it coming
See it coming every time

How did you predict the end of the world
When you can't see beyond the end of your nose?
Would you look at the life I chose?
Baby, it's you I need to tell it to
Maybe, no other will ever do through time

Shouldn't we be holding on?
Shouldn't we be holding on?
Maybe, no other will ever do
Maybe, no other will ever do

Shouldn't we be holding on?
Maybe, no other will ever do
Maybe, no other will ever do

Shouldn't we be holding on?
Maybe, no other will ever do
Maybe, no other will ever do

Shouldn't we be holding on?
Maybe, no other will ever do
Maybe, no other will ever do

Proving us wrong all along

Ideals of love
Foolish romantic
Ideals of love

Could there be such a thing?
Could there be such a thing?
Beautifully flawed, ideals of love

It inevitably has come to pass
That I write for you at last a song, a rhyme