We are meteors on a collision course with love. We have seen the hard times and we have had enough. Golden band promises do not seem to mean a thing, To those who claim to be in love, whilst in secret they cheat.
We fall apart in each other’s arms; All in the name of love. We hope and dream and scream and shout! All because of love.
I wish it could work out for you, I really do, But I am exercising my right to say nothing. I would tell you how to, if only I knew, But I do not know what it takes to hold onto this love thing.
My radiohead is full of love songs. They all tell their tale of how love will win…in the end. Every heart I choose to follow always turns out to be wrong, But I will keep trying to walk hand in hand, Even if we are only ever going to be friends.
Love has its hooks in my heart and I cannot resist. I am constantly tripping over plastic charms, but still I persist. I am (never) going to fall in love, Until I do…that time sure does look good.