Sense of Sentiment

Desire and despair and decadence

All wrapped up in providence

Your misery which you let bleed

Your sense of sentimentYou climb the stairs and have no cares

Except tomorrow and except despair

I wish that I had half your strength

Your sense of sentimentI got smacked by the idol worship

Well, I hope that it was worth it

Exotic, quixotic and so neurotic

Your sense of sentimentAnd if it makes no sense at all

Then you will give it your all

I love you, I need you

I'll die and bleed for

Your sense of sentiment

Songwriters

JAQUES, MARTINPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group