Of Monsters and Men

Well, maybe I’m a crook for stealing your heart away
And maybe I’m a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad… bad person
Well, baby I know.

And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
Those bright brown eyes
Can only meet mine across the room
Filled with people that are less important than you

‘Cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
You love, love, love
When you know I can’t love you