I kinda like it when you say what's wrong
I kinda like it when you're lonely
I stand up when you orchestrate
Still standing in the morning
A lack of love has put its spell on you
A lack of love has had its way
But lack of love is all alone right now
And nothing it can say
Your clock is set to play the blues
There's only room here for the trues
For anything two lovers can cut through
Of every disagreement two can do
There is no sound from high above
There are no lovers only love
