| It’s what my heart just yearns to say | 
| In ways that can’t be said | 
| It’s what my rotting bones will sing | 
| When the rest of me is dead | 
| It’s what’s engraved upon my heart | 
| In letters deeply worn | 
| Today I somehow understand the reason I was born | 
| «'Cause outwardly,» he says «I try so hard to make you laugh at me,» | 
| And she, she does, she laughs as though she´s not heard the joke ten thousand | 
| times before | 
| And he adores her, he watches her get dressed as though she’s hurtling through | 
| time | 
| «Oh, darling please be mine,» | 
| She promises to fight them all when it all becomes too much | 
| And he, he curses at the world for leaving him behind and he’s falling out of | 
| touch | 
| And she is stronger than he’s ever been, he knows | 
| And she brushes her hand through his hair, he’s got so much fucking hair | 
| And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay | 
| And when they’re sure no-one can hear them | 
| She’ll turn to him and say, she’ll turn to him and say | 
| «It's not fair, it’s not fair how much I love you | 
| It’s not fair, 'cause you make me laugh when I’m actually really fucking cross | 
| at you for something,» | 
| And he’ll say | 
| «Oh how, oh how unreasonable | 
| How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do | 
| I spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m standing here, maybe everyone | 
| will think I’m alright,» | 
| «I've seen enough,» he says, «I know exactly what I want | 
| And it’s this life that we’ve created | 
| Inundated with the fated thought of you | 
| And if you asked me to, if you asked me I would lose it all | 
| Like petals in a storm | 
| 'Cause darling I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades | 
| At night when light is fading | 
| Just to let you know I’m old, waylaid and feels like I am wading | 
| Into carpet burns and carousels | 
| Christ, you’ll be the death of me,» | 
| And calm throughout his melodrama, she will turn and say | 
| «Dear heart, it’s me, its me | 
| You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not | 
| 'Cause it’s not like I’ve never heard you fart and snore | 
| And for some godforsaken reason | 
| I’m still here, love, like I’ve always been before,» | 
| And he’ll say | 
| «It's not fair, It’s not fair how much I love you | 
| It’s not fair 'cause you make me weep when I’m just trying to watch The Office | 
| with my yoghurt,» | 
| And she’ll say | 
| «Oh how, oh how unreasonable | 
| How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do | 
| I’ll spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m standing here | 
| Maybe everyone will think I’m cool,» | 
| «How unfair, how unfair,» they’ll sing as they dance across the darling rooftop | 
| wreck | 
| He’ll trip and she’ll pretend not to have seen | 
| Burying her head into his chest and clinging to the moment | 
| «Where have you been?» | 
| she’ll whisper | 
| «I've waited oh so long for you to come» | 
| And as the stars above them hum and hear them | 
| He’ll turn to her and say, «That's what she said» | 
| «It's not fair, it’s not fair how much I love you | 
| It’s not fair 'cause you make me ache, you bastard,» | 
| And they’ll say | 
| «Oh how, oh how unreasonable | 
| How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do | 
| I’ll spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m stood here | 
| Then I’m stood here | 
| And I’ll stand here | 
| I’ll stand here with you» |