Love, love, love...
Look up and down
There are shapes in the clouds
And ants on the ground who march in line
To the roots of a tree
Whose bark carries the name
Of a girl whose boy thought her worth the mark
Oh what it must feel like to have your surface scarred
And for something so inconsequential as love
Look in and out
And don't forget your frown
Put your hands on the places you don't like
You can wish you were me
But I'm in the same place
There is no one here who doesn't have their scars
You might not want me to say
But let's call it what it is: love
I've got a lot of love, got a lot of love for you
Oh what it would feel like to live your life alone?
I don't want to know
And I swear there's something about you
There's an energy we draw on in close proximity
I don't want to go
I swear I'm feeling it right now
Love