Love Love Love Of Monsters And Men 

Well maybe I’m a crook
for stealing your heart away
and maybe I’m a crook
for not caring for it.
Yes, maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person,
Well baby I know.

And these fingertips
will never run through your skin
and those bright blue eyes
can only meet mine
across a room, filled with people
that are less important than you.

All cause you, love, love, love
when you know I can’t love.
You love, love, love
when you know I can’t love.
You love, love, love,
when you know I can’t love you.

So i think it’s best
we both forget
before we dwell on it.
The way you held me so tight
all through the night,
‘till it was near morning.