"Zen & The Art Of Dating" lyrics
Welcome to the world of singledom
Microwave dinners made for one
Lies in her bed, stares into space
Wistfully thinks of their last embrace
But, there's plenty more fish in that ocean
Someone with genuine emotion
The bottle is empty – it's getting late
Types in the virtues of her perfect mate
Committed, kind, clean body and mind
Solvent, truthful, refined
Adds an alias for anonymity
A postcode for proximity
Concealing her age, revealing her doubt
That staying in is the new going out
But, she's dreaming of whiskery lips
Kissing their way from ankles to hips
Breasts are yearning, loins are burning
Flirting with the point of no returning
Swipe to the left, swipe to the right
She needs somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
The passionate cries of shared desires
She needs somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
Sitting at the bar, mindlessly drinking
Eating crisps and thinking
It's making him anxious, bruising his heart
She seems happier now they're apart
Though he was the one who fled their cage
He's now the question mark on the empty page!
But life is short, it's growing dark
Is tonight the night he'll make a fresh start?
Is travel more satisfying than destination?
The chase more exciting than consummation?
Wrestling with thoughts he dare not speak
He feels so shallow it's almost deep
Then three pints down – he's feeling fine!
He's nowhere, everywhere, at the same time
Bullied by his bodily urges
Checks his phone and recent searches
The fluid starts to rise
That familiar throb deep inside
Swipe to the left, swipe to the right
He needs somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
The passionate cries of shared desires
He needs somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
A vast mosaic of electric eyes
Watches the slaves of desires
The virtual lives – lonely struggling
Endless lies – loveless coupling
The dance of strangers who'll never meet
Hearts worn thin by restless feet
The faster they chase, the further it runs
The deeper it cuts, the quicker it numbs
Though it's a cliché, maybe it's true?
That only when you stop searching for love
Will love come searching for you
Swipe to the left, swipe to the right
We need somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
The passionate cries of shared desires
We need somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
Microwave dinners made for one
Lies in her bed, stares into space
Wistfully thinks of their last embrace
But, there's plenty more fish in that ocean
Someone with genuine emotion
The bottle is empty – it's getting late
Types in the virtues of her perfect mate
Committed, kind, clean body and mind
Solvent, truthful, refined
Adds an alias for anonymity
A postcode for proximity
Concealing her age, revealing her doubt
That staying in is the new going out
But, she's dreaming of whiskery lips
Kissing their way from ankles to hips
Breasts are yearning, loins are burning
Flirting with the point of no returning
Swipe to the left, swipe to the right
She needs somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
The passionate cries of shared desires
She needs somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
Sitting at the bar, mindlessly drinking
Eating crisps and thinking
It's making him anxious, bruising his heart
She seems happier now they're apart
Though he was the one who fled their cage
He's now the question mark on the empty page!
But life is short, it's growing dark
Is tonight the night he'll make a fresh start?
Is travel more satisfying than destination?
The chase more exciting than consummation?
Wrestling with thoughts he dare not speak
He feels so shallow it's almost deep
Then three pints down – he's feeling fine!
He's nowhere, everywhere, at the same time
Bullied by his bodily urges
Checks his phone and recent searches
The fluid starts to rise
That familiar throb deep inside
Swipe to the left, swipe to the right
He needs somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
The passionate cries of shared desires
He needs somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
A vast mosaic of electric eyes
Watches the slaves of desires
The virtual lives – lonely struggling
Endless lies – loveless coupling
The dance of strangers who'll never meet
Hearts worn thin by restless feet
The faster they chase, the further it runs
The deeper it cuts, the quicker it numbs
Though it's a cliché, maybe it's true?
That only when you stop searching for love
Will love come searching for you
Swipe to the left, swipe to the right
We need somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
The passionate cries of shared desires
We need somebody tonight
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
Oh yeah? Oh yeah!
