You can’t freeze happiness Oh the golden moments, they will be gone
See the first problem is that we don’t quite understand ourselves, and if we can’t do that how will get others, and moreover how will we choose our lovers
We’re all quite mad, and the normal ones are the ones you don’t know very well
Maybe when we’re on our first date don’t ask for my favourite bands, ask me how i’m mad, mad like you
You will marry the wrong person
Single life is hard, lonely Saturday nights, and all the nights
So we do funny things to escape, like settling for something before it's all too late. Groping in the dark, inventing sparks, inventing you.
Maybe your instincts are all wrong, and who can predict if the feelings will go on
You won’t be the first to be charmed by a heavenly song, moment, eyes, times, words, mood, face, gone when time reveals all that is true
You will marry the wrong person
Are we seeking happiness, or just the familiar world we miss, We’re just birds of the nest
The love we learnt as kids was darker than you think, born out of a complex, indelible ink, there’s a good chance you’ll reject the right one
No one tells you how it is, sends you off with love degrees all we get are birds and bees
If you’re not taught to drive you’ll probably going to crash the car and we’re taught nothing of love, taught nothing of love