everything but the girl
when all's well
We are not true We are not pure We are not right  O but still I'll steal to you at night Too selfish by half Too ugly by far But when your songs have been sung, come to me Rumors are rife And winter blows cold Reminds me of such wretched times And yet all the same I will never deign To think ill of you When all's well My love is like cathedral bells  Amongst all the dross The lies and the grief There are so many things you just wouldn't believe But amongst all the dross The lies and the grief When all's well My love is like cathedral bells