It occurred to me at once
that love could be a great illusion
that makes fools of brilliant thinkers
every day
and sends hearts of stone and steel
to a place where they would feel like they
were falling, falling quickly in its wake
Is it any surprise that you feel so ever-run?
When all this time you had no one
To tell you how to love
Do you think it's unwise to go
And break yourself on this one?
When all this time you don't know love,
You didn't know love, you didn't know love
It occurred to me at once
that love gets everything it asks for
like a young girl picking flowers in the lawn
she gets every kiss and fear, she gets every
smile and tear, but still
she never finds the last of them is gone
Is it any surprise that you feel so ever-run?
When all this time you had no one
To tell you how to love
Do you think it's unwise to go
And break yourself on this one?
When all this time you don't know love,
You didn't know love, you didn't know love
