Where've the passers-by gone, strolling with their noses in the air
Sweethearts drifting on the wind who don't have Tinder
Where've the departed gone, the Romeos, the Juliets
Who, locked in endless embrace, have been dying since 1597
And the mild spice of lovers' first fights
The first time we say 'us', the first time we feel we're two
The broken heartbeats in pathetic sobs
Where've the out-of-date ones gone, where are the romantics
The love stories, they've gotta be somewhere
Tell me it's to catch a woman in tears who's leaving
That man who's running across the terminal
I don't wanna believe he's just late
Where's the smitten student who, for his French teacher
Writes a sweet note, never thinking she'd correct it
The thoughts you inspired in me, inspired-e-e-s
Love agrees with the D.O. and a mistress stays a mistress
And the blue flowers of the past, where've the angels gone
Are the Cupids with crumpled wings on orange alert?
And the blushing suitor with a panicked heart
Where the hell have the last romantics gone
The love stories, they've gotta be somewhere
Tell me it's to catch a woman in tears who's leaving
That man who's running across the terminal
I don't wanna believe he's just late
Where've the flushed cheeks and that stroke symptom gone
When we feel, despite ourselves, those uncontrollable feelings
And the Chopin sonata that shut the music off
And sh*t, in the end, where've the romantics gone
The love stories, they've gotta be somewhere
Tell me it's to catch a woman in tears who's leaving
That man who's running across the terminal
I don't wanna believe he's just late