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The first girl that |
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I fell for was a fair and faithful fighter |
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She smouldered with a will to save the world |
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I did my best to help her, yeah |
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I stood shoulder to shoulder |
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On the front lines with my visionary girl |
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I wish that she had cared for me |
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But in the end her ideologies |
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Occupied the fortress of her heart |
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I wrote her 15 songs, but still we had to part |
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And if music was the food of love |
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Then I'd be a fat romantic slob |
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Well music, it's my substitute for love |
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The last girl that |
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I loved she was a low and lusty liar |
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She set my heart on fire, but made me choke |
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Her beauty was a sight to see, but she didn't save it all for me |
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I found other fires by following the smoke |
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I wish that she had either cared for me or let be me |
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But she chased me from mind and from my home |
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I wrote her 16 songs, but |
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I ended up alone |
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And if love is really all that we need |
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Then even all my singing is never gonna save me |
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Music it's my substitute for love |
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Well I've had many different girls inside my bed |
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But only one or two inside my head |
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These days |
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I cuddle up to my guitar instead |
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But oh, what |
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I would give, not to stumble but to really fall in love |
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And I could substitute my singing for the sound of someone sleeping next to me |
