Love & Loss & Love

There are a million reasons why this should work
So, like a fire, this season’s gonna hurt
As you look away these eyes begin to burn
Yeah, for a long, long night I twist and turn

Discovering things, quite plain, unseen before
Drinking in water not for sale in stores
To be with or without you, I cannot afford
Under this heat I twist and change my form

And these are the tales of love and loss and love
We are a weary field of flowers crushed
And we are all children without a dad or mum
We are all looking for our descending dove

So unscrew your hinges, scrape away the moss
This is the day that love will follow loss
And with trumpets and harps, give your chains a final toss
We will not fold to bribes of candy floss
Or to boys who don’t even care about us

And these are the tales of love and loss and love
We are a weary field of flowers crushed
And we are all children without a dad or mum
We are all looking for our descending dove