Sweet Nothings Róisín Murphy

I feel hopelessly optimistic
Though I try to tell myself to be realistic
I can almost taste it
You know it's real when you don't have to chase it

I feel this time
I can trust it
This time
If there's any justice
If these senses do not deceive me
I think I found myself a love that can believe me

Sweet sweet nothings (sweet, sweet)
Keep me coming
Back for more
Those sweet sweet nothings (sweet, sweet)
Should be running
Out the door

Sweet sweet nothings (sweet, sweet)
Keep me coming
Though I've heard it all before
Those sweet sweet nothings (sweet, sweet)
I should be running
Out the door