I sold my soul to a traveling caravan
And there my heart did play.

Sitting in a harp
Waiting for a trap
To make love fall its way.

Love is a word
Which sparks these hurts
From this fallen day.

I wish
I had something
To make love fall this way

Love is sticky, for we all know it true
Some days you just have to sit back,
And wait for love to find you.