I feel like I'm all alone,
dancing with my thoughts,
looking for some room.
When I try to convey my point of view,
I just get mixed up and misconstrued.
And then she says love is a miracle.
Well, I'll never know.
The walls come alive like flowers to me.
It could be a person or a tapestry.
But I cant be bothered by the blue champagne,
because when it hits my id it's al the same.
That's when she says love is chemical.
Well, I don't know.
I don't believe in the philosophies
of science, religion, and astrology.
I think nature plays it's part too.
But then again I could be out of tune.
And then she says love is not physical.
Well, I don't know.
Sometimes hearts find
that love is stranger in paradise.
And sometimes hearts divide.
Love deviate on paradigms.
And when she comes, she knows
everything about life is cynical.
But by nature, by god, or by the meaning of life,
I don't know.