the mainstream and the byways
Gotta love the wilderness of Sundays
And a record deal that never pays
And always kids talking you down
Gotta love the world disappearing
Gotta love the cracks in the
And a birthday tie so kindly sent
And the crumbling up new town
whether you know it or not
whether you know it or not
Gotta love the personalized number plates
And every easy line of tabloid hate
Making out to be something new
Gotta love the eight -year
And the student house electronic noise
And every next bunch of real McCoys
Keep trying to knock out to you
Whether you know it or not
Whether you know it or not
Gotta love the in -depth report
And the flirt -lit football
And every detail of the elev
You can set your watch by it too
Gotta love the ever -longer
And all the little new ones
You even gotta love the ones
Busting in, fading out on you
The better you love, the better you got
Whether you know it or not
The better you love, the better you got
Whether you know it or not
The better you love, the better you got