Sentimental Fool - Lloyd Cole

The more I learn the less I know

Could you make mine straight absolute?

The more I fail the less I try

Ask not of me the reason why

Oh, my sentimental fool

Have I got a tale for you

The woman I love is not content

The life I made, it ain’t what I meant

The space I’m in is filled with love

The state I’m in is pitiful

Oh, my sentimental fool

Have I got a tale for you

But, when she calls my name

We’re almost happy, she’s almost like you

Yes, when she calls my name

We’re almost there

Man, she’s almost like you

The longer I live the less I believe

And all I lost is all I need

The life I made is filled with regret

And I can’t tell the half of it

The woman I love has lost her faith

And I just watch as she fades away

The space I’m in is filled with love

The shape I’m in ain’t beautiful

Oh, my sentimental fool

Have I got a tale for you

Oh, my sentimental fool

I’m draining the glass for you

Do you see my girl?

She’s almost like you