There's Too Much Love

Belle And Sebastian · Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant [2000]

I could hang about and burn my fingers

I've been hanging out here waiting for something to start

You think I'm faultless to a 't'

My manner set impeccably

But underneath I am the same as you



I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy

But I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor

I feel like dancing on my own

Where no one knows me, and where I

Can cause offence just by the way I look



And when I come to blows

When I am numbering my foes

Just hope that you are on my side my dear



But it's best to finish as it started

With my face head down just staring at the brown formica

It's safer not to look around

I can't hide my feelings from you now

There's too much love to go around these days



You say I've got another face

That's not a fault of mine these days

I'm brutal, honest and afraid of you