I thought it was the fools who fall in love
Those who risk it all, just to fall too hard
Or that it was the writers who write of
The human fault of a vulnerable heart
But maybe it's the truth we all flee from
Just to feel alone beside those we know
Maybe it is the drug we try to shun
But crave in the night, when our soul's alone
Is it maybe God, who lets out their hand
To remind lovers moments once granted
Is it maybe that, to help lovers stand
Once they've slept alone, to stay enchanted
Maybe it is God, oh, is it divine
The retrogrades of the heart, how sublime