Richard Thompson - Oh I Swear lyrics

Oh, I swear and I swear and I swear But my heart's not in it I can deadpan as dead as I can But my heart's not in it What little of yours, what little of mine And we'll get by Like jailbirds locked in a cell We go well together Like a marriage arranged in hell We go well together Cruel poverty is the tie that binds And we'll get by Can't run in a dead end street Can't run in a dead end street No wings upon your feet All your dreams are shackled to the ground Can't run in a dead end street Can't run in a dead end street No wings upon your feet And all your dreams are shackled to the ground And it couldn't be love And it couldn't be love Oh it couldn't be love Oh it couldn't be love What little of yours, what little of mine And we'll get by