Tell me what love is.
Tell me what its about.
Tell me why it happens.
Explain to me te heartache.
Explain to me the pain.
Explain to me the throbbing desire to see you again.
Teach me to love you.
Teach me how to cope.
Teach me many things.
Teach me lover's hope.
Now I'm told what love is.
Now I'm told what it's about.
Now I see it happens all arse about.
You explained away the heartache. You explained away the pain.
You're still trying to explain my desire to see you again.
You taught me how to love you.
I learnt how to cope.
You taught me all about the concept of lover's hope.
Now I see love is wrong.
Though I also know its right.
Sometimes love is all you've got.
And so you hold on way too tight.
It squeezes through your finger tips like tiny grains of sand.
Love and pain seem to go often hand in hand.
Stoke the flame.
Fuel the fire.
Love is dangerous same as desire.
Now I've fallen to my knees.
Brought down by the brutal pair.
Now you're gone and I'm alone.
My only conlusion ... Love is not fair.
