When you told me I looked lovely And we walked into the park Something started on that day Something happened to my heart, something strange; It was a quiet rain that fell upon your face And I knew then that I had won the losing race The losing race! Nothing was strange Nothing was simple or permanent nothing had changed! Up in the firmament Love was determined to come down and make its name The prodigal choice, love is the voice That fans the flame, that burns away and shoot to fame And in its place It shaped a face Blinds your mind in some temporal stasis All the while trying to figure out Trying to figure whose the face is You just want it to be mine There's a rose on the table It's been there for a while It's the last thing you gave me Simple as that! Divine is the word Young is the mind Sin of the logo! You never know when you just Don't know The power's so potent You're in love With the word love and how it fits in to The moment It's the last thing you gave me You could be right This could be love at the fist sight But just because it exists, it's not your birthright If the problem persists it could be a cursed night! Let the smiles of the present dictate the presence of heavenly pleasantries And the let laughter live long along the cosy breeze... Hey, I'd love to live in a moment A wandering Ronin Running around in a freeze frame of a moment stolen A swollen memory I'd love to tuck up and sleep in it I wanna believe in it That happiness is eternal man It won't just recede and quit It must supersede the sh**! Can't crumble and bleed to bits There's something of beauty in every one man's smile I'm willing to plead my wits Not wanting scene to change! I've planted my seeds of pain Them and the greenery Intravenously cleaning up in my veins Not wanting the feeling to go But as the wind blows So much this world keep on turning