First met in the cellar,
Where we tippled down to the sounds of Bilbao,
That pulled us together,
We fell into a crowd,
And I still can't remember how
It all went so wrong
A language of love got lost on us.
Fortunately, a tearing at the seams was seamless,
For you at least.
You ask how's my sister?
The wedding's next summer,
And I'm sad that you won't be there.
I still have your clothes,
I'll be wearing your jumper,
Though it's too much for that time of year.
It all went so wrong,
A language of love got lost on us.
Fortunately, a tearing at the seams was seamless,
For you at least.
Your head is in the sand,
While I'm trying to keep mine above water.
You still stay on land,
While I'm drowning out here in the water.
It all went so wrong,
A language of love got lost on us.
How could it be, a tearing at the seams was seamless,
For you at least.