There are but few cures
to seal the pain
to seal the pain
love procures
the seething pain
that drives you insane
no sleep or hunger
no sleep or hunger
nothing but the trigger-happy feeling
of remaining bound by its refrains
they say it can easily kill you
and I say you are but a patient at best
if you were to remain
hoping and knowing
not asking or showing
patterns are nowhere
no maps or guides
bring out the torch, light the candles
oh the mysteries of this love,
they can keep you up
from daybreak to twilight
from daybreak to twilight
bound by surprises
hidden like treasured prizes
growing and gnawing
even if from a distance
growing and gnawing
even if from a distance
you cannot fully know its gaze
its shines within your
and can light up your darkest days
a medicine that works
when none other can
love is a potion
that's dwindling even in proportions
try and go through
all the open doors
or look through the underground
all the way up to the core
or look through the underground
all the way up to the core
if love is a pill
then I'm in love with medicine
and the doctor who came
up with this cure
for what love stands for
any lifetime is obscure...





