I don't know how to love
Except the way I love
When a child is with his mother
A wide-eyed witness
To the gravity of the moon
And the rising tides of the sea

And spring now is coming
We can stop the birds from singing
Poison all the seeds
And keep the flowers from blooming
But nothing is going to keep
The seasons from changing

I don't know how to love
Except the way that I love
When the embers of the fire smoulder
And the lover becomes a fool
Still reaching for something
That causes him pain