It was the hottest summer since records began, but nobody really knows when they did
One for sorrow, two for she'll tell me how her day went
You can't measure anything good in football pitches or Empire State Buildings
Stacked one on top of another, all the good stuff is ephemeral
And last October was the wettest in 43 years and still I did karaoke three times I met you
I'd go on to write a hundred songs about what that felt like
Maybe that is some kind of record, but not one you can measure in Olympic-sized swimming pools
Or some other widely accepted euphemism for falling in love
One for sorrow, two for love, you can tell me everything on and on and on
One for sorrow, two for love, you can tell me everything on and on and on
(All that I wanted, all that I needed)
Maybe a song about you shouldn't have a conventional chorus or hook
Because any breakthrough about you would undoubtedly lead to
The assassination of the professor who hypothesized your existence at all
You're the god particle in baby banks (?), the blackest black ever painted
Or the world's largest roadside bowl of yarn
It was a false spring and everyone had forgotten their jacket
But you're still out there somewhere, white hot, existing
Sorry that you couldn't be everything I wanted you to be
Like birdsong
Yeah, I often wonder what it was that you were trying to tell me
(All that I wanted, all that I needed)
One for sorrow, two for love, you can tell me everything on and on and on
One for sorrow, two for love, you can tell me everything on and on and on
(All that I wanted, all that I needed)
One for sorrow, two for love, you can tell me everything on and on and on
One for sorrow, two for love, you can tell me everything on and on and on
One for sorrow, two for love, you can
Tell me everything on and on and on, on and on and on
(All I wanted)
(All I needed)
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