You Break My Heart
Drewett

I watched the wind, blowing through your hair,
as we attempted the 100 metres through, Leicester Square.
And then you, me, and your mascara ran,
To an ugly scene outside of Pizzaland.

If this is love, oh man, if this is love? Where are the violins?
You break my heart,
You break, my heart,
You break my heart, when you push me away.

I feel impotent, when I don’t know what to do.
Just the merest scrap of tenderness seems to suffocate you.
I then convince myself, it’s all my fault
But you sob into your hands that it is nothing of the sort.

If this is love, oh man, if this is love, yeah yeah yeah
if this is love, where are the violins?
You break my heart,
You break, my heart,
You break my heart when you push me away.
You keep on pushing me away

My friends all envy me you know you’re well liked,
But they’ve no impression of this manic depression,
You don’t appreciate the good things in life,
Like your home or your family or friends who have stood by your side.
You think, “You’re ugly and alone”
Oh, no, no, no, no,

When you feel good, we are dynamite!
I can almost hear Grappelli floating to us through the night.
I want your anguish, to be replaced with hope.
But deep inside I realise, that I just cannot cope.

If this is love, oh man, if this is love, yeah yeah yeah
if this is love, where are the violins?
You break my heart,
You break, my heart,
You break my heart when you push me away.
You keep on pushing me away
What can I do.

(2014 Published by Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited)