tell me why your love is a passion why you keep me in a prison why you put me in a hearse why you are so broken over me why you keep me away from you why you sleep off me why you get nervous why is it that in love we find peace it's your in love in which we fight it's in your love we brawl then come to the bawls somehow the lives are changed some become indignant then the hearts beat first at meeting at times we cry we claim it's God given
Aah, I just felt the great nice break from a lonely stoner. Stoner I mean a broken heart