Three years of sunshine, no winters or a call
But you know I'm not showing, I get to all
The usual growing pains, my first "I love you" made her cry
I still don't know if those were tears of joy
She said she'd keep these knickers
That blood's a souvenir of love
And that whirlwind summer, on and on
It's love, love
And I can't get rid of it
Chin up, proud daughter, now make daddy proud
Because the road we've paved then, I'm still on
It only leads away from the flowers and the dress
But it ends just where it started, a precious mess
It's love, love
And I can't make sense of it
You've got me climbing up the walls,
Keep kicking me in the balls
You got me thinking I was funny,
Keep feeding me blood and honey
It's love, love
It's love, love
And I won't get rid of it
But I cannot believe any more
Because I cannot unriddle it
And I cannot unmask it
So I can't shut up about it
Cause I cannot put my head around it
And I lose my very last hair over it
And I waste my very last breath on it
And I will shed my whole skin to find it
I'm a goddamn fool to rely on it
But I feed on it, no I can't let him feast on it
And I'd rather die than let you live without it
Writer(s): Konstantin Gropper
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