Tekstovi: Gruff Rhys. Hotel Shampoo. 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.