I’m in love with the idea of being in love. But this idea is not the best lover there can be. It is not the most considerate and tender one. It almost always makes me suffer, hurts me, disappoints me. I think it doesn’t love me back. I think the idea of being in love isn’t in love with me. And it keeps on teasing me.
Can you give me sanctuary, I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide…
Yeah, that’s it, baby… hurt me…
Successful hills are here to stay, everything must be this way…
But it's getting harder…
You gotta meet me…