Saint Etienne - Paper

Here she comes, / she's running over the hill /
With her friend / in tow. /
I know that it feels / that there's no-one else on earth. /
Oh, heavenly days, / you and me. /

Ooh... / only love can mend a broken heart. /

There's a place / that I've seen in my dreams, /
I'd like to live there / by a golden sea. /
The only sound / that I ever want to hear /
Is the sound / of her voice. /

Here she comes, / she's running over the hill /
With her friend / in tow. /

Ooh... / only love can mend a broken heart. /
Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /
Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /
Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /
Ooh... (only love.)