I can't decide what's surreal
And we'll never know what's ideal
Through everything we do, our cells try to heal
What is love? Why do we love?
I try so hard to figure out these silly little things,
(I try so hard to figure out these silly things I think about)
My mind makes up meaning or so it thinks it seems
Everything you say I've thought before
We only care about what's in store
And once more
My rhyme knows the score
What is love and Why do we love?
I try so hard to figure out these crazy amazing things
(I try so hard to figure out the amazing things I feel right now)
To others they never ever seem to feel the same thing
So what is this love? Can we be love?
Why try so hard to figure out, these foolish things in life?
