Nina Hynes Much More Than This
Who am I anyway to expect happiness
If ever I was in the light of the moon
I'd see how small we are and all that we feel
Makes sense somehow makes sense
It's wild outside and it's wild inside
I prefer to fall upon my own sword than yours
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Who am I anyway to expect loyalty
Everything I've ever lost, I'm leaving here
I found my 'joie de vivre' beyond the fantasy
And I've been loved much more than this and I've known love
It's wild outside and it's wild inside
I prefer to fall upon my own sword than yours
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Who am I anyway to believe we can love
