Belle and Sebastian - Is It Wicked Not to Care?

Or is there someone else instead?

Would you love me 'till I'm dead?

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken

Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?

I know the truth awaits me

But still I hesitate because of fear

Skipping tickets, making rhymes, is that all that you believe in?

Wearing rags to make you pretty by design

Rusting armor for effect, it's not fun to watch the rust grow

For it will all be over when you're dead

Counting acts and clutching thoughts by the river where the moss grows

Over rocks, the water running all the time

Is it wicked when you smile even though you feel like crying?

Even though you could be sick at any time

But if there was a sequel

Would you love me as an equal?

Would you love me 'till I'm dead?

But if there was a sequel

And if there was a sequel

Would you love me 'till I'm dead?