It occurred to me at once,
That love could be a great illusion,
That makes fools of brilliant thinkers everyday,
And turns hearts of stone and steel
To a place where they would feel like they are falling.
Is it any surprise that you feel so overrun?
And all this time you had no one to tell you how to love..
And do you thinks it's unwise to go and break yourself on this one?
And all this time you didn't know love .