Elvis Costello — Expert Rites

[Verse] I marvel at the wonder of it in our soulless age Fast flow the tears upon the page Don't be alarmed, I am her friend Will I be excused if I presume? As it's more than disappointment that we share You share the same sorry life, the families fight That unhappy blade you both invite This romantic ideal has a lonely appeal I once loved someone the way that you do But I had to let her go I lived with my regret Don't despair, my would-be Juliet