It's so funny how things you once think
will be your demise if you so much as think
Because then they'll be gone in just one moment
And you'll be subject to torment.

So how is it that you are able
to connect every twisted cable
within me like a piece of art
and heal, somehow, my broken heart?

It is a truth universally known
That love can turn a mind to stone,
prone to forget and to move away
from those who'd make your heart ok...

So feel me, love me, hold my hand
Help my heart begin to stand
Up to the feelings that it misses
and surrender itself up to your kisses.