It comes out when you're not looking
when you want it it's nowhere in sight
by inviting it in you scare it away
and as quick as a flash it takes flight
So you tell yourself you don't need it
you don't even want it in fact
it just causes anguish and sorrow
and you hope it never comes back
And just as you start to believe that
it floats right down from above
and gently comes to rest in your heart
will you ever understand love?
