Letras
Gotta love 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 under prints
Gotta love the cracks in the worn out pavements
And the birthday ties so kindly sent
And the crumbling up new town
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
Gotta love the business park and the estate
Gotta love the personalised number plates
And every easy line of tabloid hate
Making out to be something new
Gotta love the eight year old smoking boys
And the student house electronic noise
And every next bunch of real McCoys
Keep trying to knock out to 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
Gotta love the in-depth reports and the soundbites
And the friendly football on a Tuesday night
And every detail of the eleven o'clock fight
You can set your watch by it too
Gotta love the ever longer list of birthdays
And all the little new ones that come to stay
You even gotta love the ones that slip away
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
Whether you know it or not