The first girl that I fell for was a fair and faithful fighter
She smouldered with a will to save the world
I did my best to help her, yeah I stood shoulder to shoulder
On the front lines with my visionary girl
I wish that she had cared for me
But in the end her ideologies
Occupied the fortress of her heart
I wrote her 15 songs, but still we had to part
(refrão)
And if music was the food of love
Then I'd be a fat romantic slob
Well music, it's my substitute for love
(verso)
The last girl that I loved was a low and lusty liar
who set my heart on fire and made me choke.
Her beauty was a sight to see, but she didn't save it all for me.
I found other fires by following the smoke.
I wished that she had either cared
for me or let me be but she drove me
from my mind and from my home
I wrote her sixteen songs but ended up alone.
(refrão)
If love is really all that we need
then even all my singing is never going to save me
Music is my substitute for love.
(bridge)
Well I've had many different girls inside my bed
But only one or two inside my head
These days I cuddle up to my guitar instead
(outro)
But oh, what I would give
not to stumble but to really fall in love
And I could substitute my singing for the sound of someone sleeping next to me.