life is a game of science
art collides again with fact
measure each grain, each atom
love is a balancing act
remember all the good times
draw the future from the past
but, oh, the heavy sad heart
strong men toppled by its mass

walk the balance beam with care
tread the tightrope seam so high
thread the needle, if you dare
no room for error in her eye
oh, it takes such steady hands
just to calibrate your smile
see how far our distance spans
i've tallied every mile

the eyes of justice are blind
or, at least that's how it goes
but my darling sees it all
love is unjust, heaven knows
to all you men of measure
never guess or estimate
within the breadth of pleasure
there is room for such dark fate

and in the face of balance
we come to tip the scales
love rains in a troubled boat
no man could ever bail
this water weighs too heavy
for simple hands, silly pails