Žodžiai dainai: Gruff Rhys. At The Heart Of Love.

Well of all the lonely men,
In the whole wide world,
You just came into my life,
Struck at my heart,
With a surgical knife,
With the kind of expertise
Usually reserved for,
Only the top fifteen percent,
But I'm not counting up cent after cent.

Well I tasted envy;
It tasted heavy,
Now roll over,
I tasted fear;
It cost me dear,
So roll over,
Over again,
As envy remains,
At the heart of love,
Heart of love.

Well I fell into a well,
Whilst looking at the stars,
You just tossed me down a rope,
Lifted me back up that slippery slope,
And although the skies are gray,
I keep my conscience clear,
And it's futile to contest;
I was a guest at the fountain of tears.

Well I tasted envy;
It tasted heavy,
Now roll over,
I tasted fear;
It cost me dear,
So roll over,
Over again,
As envy remains,
At the heart of love,
Heart of love.

Jealousy,
Is a currency,
At the heart of love,
There's a cavity.
At the heart of Love,
Heart of love.