Who's the love...the love song,
Who's the love song to?
Is it her, or is it you?
I thought I knew, but now I know I don't know who.
And when is love...is love light still,
Is love light two and two?
Through and through, he lived the lie until the lie consumed him, then the love did too.
Why did her shine her on, and pass her off with broken dreams and promises?
Why is he lost and found, fooling around amongst the many hardened hearts, and shattered shards, and pummeled pots, the cracked cups he bought her?
There's not a word he said that's holding water.
How's the light...the lighthouse now; the one he crashed into?
He broke his vows from aft to stern,
The stern wave sunk the bow, and now he's sinking too.
What's my heart...my heartache,
What's my heart aching for?
Could it be it was designed for someone else to live inside, with me, of course?
The covenant, a kiss for luck, the will to walk...to walk upon the water,
He didn't drink the water well,
The well...the well ran dry, and now he drinks in Hell,
His shallow shell is leaking, his tired craft is creaking.
And where's the wound...the wounded soul?
Where did the poor soul go?
He's hiding out,
The crowd, they called, "Come out and play,"
He won't come out no more.
