Why must I be a nice guy in love? |
Even a slant of luck, could bring a tingling feeling to the lonely man...
Without toothbrushes or soap. What is left is oblivion...
The big bird meets the sad man. Why is that? Well I don’t know... You tell me.
The moon is bright, smiling back down, bringing the sacred light, Taking it as you’re own.
Embracing the power of the blue light, going to the tower of the early flight.
Now being the night.
Why must I be a nice guy in love? Wandering about, just feeling blue,
Looking jealously at the little dove, What is being the rest of my soul.
I think I understand, or maybe not, I don’t care, never did, never will.
Feeling like the little candle, light burning down, dying, but still
The love is the power of the feeling that’s giving me heartaches,
Pain, happiness, Sorrow,. What do you mean “butterflies”?
Looking at someone, feeling happy, then the feeling dies…
Why must I be a nice guy in love?
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