Love’s Like
Love’s like, love’s like, love’s like
The sun in the Arctic cold
Where I see it every day
But it’s so far away
I’ll never get to feel it’s warmth.
Love’s like, love’s like, love’s like
The most beautiful song
Sung by the most beautiful bird
That I can never see hidden in the trees
Love’s like, love’s like, love’s like
A stuffy nose
on the first day of spring
Seeing the flowers bloom
But missing the smell of their sweet perfume
Love’s like, love’s like, love’s like
Smoking two packs a day
For twenty years
And only eating gourmet
Never being able to suckle
in the sweet sensation of sustenance
Love’s like, love’s like, love’s like
A predator sightly stalking
It’s victim, sneaking seamlessly
In it’s surroundings
Never heard as it pounces upon it’s prey
