Loving Someone - The 1975

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be…

My heart is telling me the telly isn’t telling me anything

I need but it needs to keep you selling me

Beside celebrities lacking in integrity

Holding up the status quo instead of showing your kids

That they matter, who’re you gonna batter next?

Just keep hold of their necks and keep selling them sex

It’s better if we keep them perplexed

It’s better if we make them want the opposite sex

Disenfranchised young criminal minds

In a car park beside where your nan resides

Are not slow, they’ve just never been shown

That you should…

…be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Oh, oh…

We’re all human, we’re just like you man

We’re sentient or something or other

I can’t remember, whatever

We shouldn’t have people afloat

If it was safer on the ground, we wouldn’t be on a boat

Charlatan telepathy, exploiting insecurity, and preying on the purity

Of grief and its simplicity but I know that maybe I’m too skeptical

Even Guy Debord needed spectacles, you see

I’m the Greek economy of cashing intellectual cheques

And I’m trying to progress, but instead of selling sex…

And I think I should be…

…loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be…

I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers on bikes

From schools and cars with autumn leaves

Fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon

She blazed about how «cultural language is an operating system,

a simple interface

rendered feeble and listless when tested with

Divinity or a true understanding of the human condition»

I never did understand

The duality of art and reality

Living life and treating it as such

There’s a certain disconnect to touch

that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon

Between the spires and the

rolling roofs of the white city

that orange English light

cast only one, singular shadow

For you are not beside but within me.

…loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Yeah, you should be loving someone

Oh, oh, loving someone

Oh, oh…