Love and Loss and Love - Lydia Cole

There are a million

Reasons why this should work

So like a fire

The season's gonna hurt

As you look away

These eyes begin to burn

For a long long night

I twist and turn

Discovering things

Quite plain unseen before

Drinking in water

Not for sale in stores

To be with or without

You I cannot afford

Under this heat

I twist and change my form

And these are the tales

Of love and loss and love

We are a weary

Field of flowers crushed

And we are all children

Without a dad or mum

We are all looking for our

Descending dove

So unscrew your hinges

Scrape away the moss

This is the day

That love will follow loss

And with trumpets and harps

Give your chains a final toss

We will not fold

To bribes of candy floss

Or to boys

Who don't even care about us

And these are the tales

Of love and loss and love

We are a weary

Field of flowers crushed

And we are all children

Without a dad or mum

We are all looking

For our descending dove

And these are the tales

Of love and loss and love

We are a weary

Field of flowers crushed

And we are all children

Without a dad or mum

We are all looking

For our descending dove