Some say love,
it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love,
it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love,
it is a hunger,
an endless a...
she is the flame, and she is the blame.
she is the gain, and she is the pain
shes running, shes searching
through all the golden mountains.
shes aching, shes waiting
for the one could really be sure ...