Song Lyrics

Darling
I'm with St. Bernard's and we're
Scouring the Alps and the Andes
And if they die then it is on my head
They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne
To my bed

You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to each other
That romance is boring
Still there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring

Start as you mean to continue
Complacent and self-involved
You're trying not to be nervous
If you were trying at all
I will wake
I will bake phallic cake
Take your diffidence
Make it my clubhouse
But my straits swim in lies
Ventricle cauterized
It's the way of living that I espouse

You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to each other
That romance is boring
Still there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring

We are two ships that pass in the night
You and I we are nothing alike
I am a pleasure cruise
You a direct to trawl
Return less empty
Nothing at all

You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to each other
That romance is boring
Still there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring

Gareth David Paisey, Thomas Edward Bromley

The duration of Romance Is Boring is 2:35 minutes and seconds.