Stuck in the inevitable delay
We get the luxury to wash it all away
Pages of dialogue with fucked up rhymes
New regrets to forget, not memorize
But we got love, love, love
Love, love, love
A love that’s bigger than us
(Slippery and out of touch)
Tired mysteries and forgettable daydreams
Like sinking ships with bottled-up feelings
32 silver coins and a pot of gold
Egg hunts and rainbows never got old
Oh, we got love, love, love
Love, love, love
A love that’s bigger than us
(It piles up on top of us)
And mornings were made for taking it
And daytimes were made for faking it
And nighttimes were made for shaking it
We got love, love, love
Love, love, love
A love that’s bigger than us
(Slippery and out of touch)
We got love, love, love
Love, love, love
A love that’s bigger than us
(It piles up on top of us)
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