Mama always said love is like heaven. Holdin' hands in church and praying together. Late night talks and morning walks. But I don't remember all that innocent stuff.
One stop true love, don't knock the stars above. You can't blame the moon for a broken heart. Sweet talk, drive through, there's nothing left to do. But tear those old love letters apart.
All my traveling time. Running circles around my dreams. Waking up to find. Our love's not what it seems. . Now my soul keeps calling for a long, lost day.