Andrew Bird Left Handed Kisses Lyrics
Left Handed Kisses by Andrew Bird
[Bird / Apple]
I don't believe everything happens for a reason
To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason
I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers
In the heart of a skeptic
There's a question that still hovers near
[Bird]
For it begs the question
How did I ever find you?
Now you got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here, baby
[Apple]
And all your left handed kisses
Were just prelude to another
Prelude to your backhanded love song, baby
[Bird]
But it begs a question
How did I ever find you
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
Got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here
[Apple]
The point your song here misses
Is that if you really loved me
You'd risk more than a few 50 cent
Words in your backhanded love song
[Bird / Both]
For it begs the question
How did I ever find you
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
[Apple / Bird]
The point your song here misses
You got me writing love songs
Is that you really love me
With a common refrain like this one here, baby
Is prelude to another of your backhanded love songs
[Bird / Apple]
Now it's time for a handsome little bookend
Now it's time to tie up all the loose ends
Am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer?
If you hesitate, you'll hear the click of the receiver
[Click here to learn more about the making of "Left Handed Kisses"]
I don't believe everything happens for a reason
To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason
I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers
In the heart of a skeptic
There's a question that still hovers near
[Bird]
For it begs the question
How did I ever find you?
Now you got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here, baby
[Apple]
And all your left handed kisses
Were just prelude to another
Prelude to your backhanded love song, baby
[Bird]
But it begs a question
How did I ever find you
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
Got me writing love songs
With a common refrain like this one here
[Apple]
The point your song here misses
Is that if you really loved me
You'd risk more than a few 50 cent
Words in your backhanded love song
[Bird / Both]
For it begs the question
How did I ever find you
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
[Apple / Bird]
The point your song here misses
You got me writing love songs
Is that you really love me
With a common refrain like this one here, baby
Is prelude to another of your backhanded love songs
[Bird / Apple]
Now it's time for a handsome little bookend
Now it's time to tie up all the loose ends
Am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer?
If you hesitate, you'll hear the click of the receiver
[Click here to learn more about the making of "Left Handed Kisses"]