It must be love
They say it must be
I say we’re two ships
passing in the night
blinking lights and sounding horns

Circling each other
as we search for safe harbor
Not to be found
We’ll sail the stormy seas

Rest and renew on the calm ones
Rolling over on our bellies
Like Whales and I’m mixing metaphors
Cause it must be love

My brain, fevered rushes
explosions of giddy laughing
in all the wrong places
like checkout lines
or stuck in traffic

Other drivers see a mad man
I see ‘em reach for a phone,
checking their door locks
I laugh louder, they race away

It must be love, I tell ya
Now you’re laughing
Laying in the sun, no need
to blink lights or sound horns

I’m beside you, you’re beside me
Foghorn leghorn I say, I say
You laugh, I laugh
Must be love.

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