The course of love never did run smooth.
It has been proven over time:
it moves us to movement.
Love is nothing but a drive.

It has been proven over time:
I ride that rocky path;
love is nothing but a drive,
but my roads diverge.

I ride that rocky path
through hanging weeds of men,
but my roads diverge:
one way love and one way love.

Through hanging weeds of men,
I track my weeping soles.
One way love and one way love.
The search for love is blind.

I track my weeping soles
through hanging weeds of men.
The search for love is blind:
one way love and one way love.