What is love?
Love, how many times have I written this word? How many times have I written about love? But what is love? Those 4 little letters. L-o-v-e. Everybody knows love. Little children do, but I don't. Have I ever? What is love about? Why is everybody so crazy for love? What does it give to the people? What is it about, this feeling? I don't understand love. Can love make you happy? I can't believe in that. But is it possible? Is there a chance that I'm wrong?..
When I met you my life was empty. I was alone. But I didn't knew that before I met you. My life was just perfect, the way it was. I lived every day, on and on. Nothing changed. I missed nothing, I had no problems, no feelings, it was just fine. The cold and empty way it was.
-What is love?
Is it the feeling I have, that makes me wake up in the middle of the night. Sweating. My heart beating fast. Frightened jumping out of my bed, going to the living room, with this feeling of sadness inside my heart. Where I find you, lying on the couch, only half covered by the blanket, smiling in your sleep. Than my entire body starts to shiver. Often I just keep standing there, in the middle of the room , in the middle of the night, watching you. There is something deep within me, something that makes me doubt. Is that love?
-What is love?
Is it wanting you by my side? So hard that I hate myself for it. Wanting you, no matter what you want. No matter what your feelings look like. No matter what the whole world thinks about us. No matter what happened in the past? No matter what I did? No matter what I do to you?
-What is love?
Is it love that I see in your eyes? Is it love that shines bright every time I look at you? Is it love that reflects in my eyes , every time I look into yours? Is it love that I can't take my eyes off? Is it love that attracts me to you? Is it love that makes me want to know what your soul is like? This beautiful soul.
-What is love?
Is it love that makes me want to protect you? Is it love that makes me want to keep you from any harm? Is it love that goes through my body when I fight for you? Is it love that makes me strong? Is it love that makes me worried about you? Is it love that makes me weak?
-What is love?
Is it love that gives me strength? Is it love that gives me hope? Is it love that lets me face everything? Is it love that runs through my veins and gives me live? Is it love that makes me feel? Is it love that makes me feel so safe when you're around?
-What is love?
Is it knowing anything about you? Everything that makes you cry? Everything that makes you laugh? Everything that makes you happy? Everything you feel deep within? - Also what you feel for me. - Knowing every little habit of yours? Knowing every reaction of yours?
-What is love?
Is it desiring your body? Wanting to own it? With all my strength. Every little centimetre of it. Wanting to touch you? Wanting to taste you? Wanting to give you pleasure? Wanting to enjoy you? Wanting to devour you?
-What is love?
-Who can tell me?
Is it love when I shout at you for getting on my nerves? Is it love when I throw you out of my apartment ,if you're noisy? Is it love when I say mad things to you? When I hurt you, even though knowing that? Is it love that makes me want to get away from you so bad? Is it love that makes me stay? Is it love that makes me let you look into my soul, even though I hate you for it? Is it love that keeps the beast inside of me under control? Is it love that makes me go wild? Is it love that makes me want to hate you? Is it love that makes me unable to hate you, not a little bit? Is it love that makes me shout at you? Is it love that makes me laugh about your lyrics? This could never be love, could it? If I told somebody, I'm sure he would laugh at me. But sometimes I think: This is love.
Love, how many times have I written this word? How many times have I written about love? But what is love? Those 4 little letters. L-o-v-e. Everybody knows love. Little children do, but I don't. Have I ever? What is love about? Why is everybody so crazy for love? What does it give to the people? What is it about, this feeling? I don't understand love. Can love make you happy? I can't believe in that. But is it possible? Is there a chance that I'm wrong?..
When I met you my life was empty. I was alone. But I didn't knew that before I met you. My life was just perfect, the way it was. I lived every day, on and on. Nothing changed. I missed nothing, I had no problems, no feelings, it was just fine. The cold and empty way it was.
-What is love?
Is it the feeling I have, that makes me wake up in the middle of the night. Sweating. My heart beating fast. Frightened jumping out of my bed, going to the living room, with this feeling of sadness inside my heart. Where I find you, lying on the couch, only half covered by the blanket, smiling in your sleep. Than my entire body starts to shiver. Often I just keep standing there, in the middle of the room , in the middle of the night, watching you. There is something deep within me, something that makes me doubt. Is that love?
-What is love?
Is it wanting you by my side? So hard that I hate myself for it. Wanting you, no matter what you want. No matter what your feelings look like. No matter what the whole world thinks about us. No matter what happened in the past? No matter what I did? No matter what I do to you?
-What is love?
Is it love that I see in your eyes? Is it love that shines bright every time I look at you? Is it love that reflects in my eyes , every time I look into yours? Is it love that I can't take my eyes off? Is it love that attracts me to you? Is it love that makes me want to know what your soul is like? This beautiful soul.
-What is love?
Is it love that makes me want to protect you? Is it love that makes me want to keep you from any harm? Is it love that goes through my body when I fight for you? Is it love that makes me strong? Is it love that makes me worried about you? Is it love that makes me weak?
-What is love?
Is it love that gives me strength? Is it love that gives me hope? Is it love that lets me face everything? Is it love that runs through my veins and gives me live? Is it love that makes me feel? Is it love that makes me feel so safe when you're around?
-What is love?
Is it knowing anything about you? Everything that makes you cry? Everything that makes you laugh? Everything that makes you happy? Everything you feel deep within? - Also what you feel for me. - Knowing every little habit of yours? Knowing every reaction of yours?
-What is love?
Is it desiring your body? Wanting to own it? With all my strength. Every little centimetre of it. Wanting to touch you? Wanting to taste you? Wanting to give you pleasure? Wanting to enjoy you? Wanting to devour you?
-What is love?
-Who can tell me?
Is it love when I shout at you for getting on my nerves? Is it love when I throw you out of my apartment ,if you're noisy? Is it love when I say mad things to you? When I hurt you, even though knowing that? Is it love that makes me want to get away from you so bad? Is it love that makes me stay? Is it love that makes me let you look into my soul, even though I hate you for it? Is it love that keeps the beast inside of me under control? Is it love that makes me go wild? Is it love that makes me want to hate you? Is it love that makes me unable to hate you, not a little bit? Is it love that makes me shout at you? Is it love that makes me laugh about your lyrics? This could never be love, could it? If I told somebody, I'm sure he would laugh at me. But sometimes I think: This is love.