You have [bad word] what you have always been
Light flickering around peripheral vision
No words we can speak, our paths have been chosen
All trails that we trek shall lead us back to here

Because our [bad word] again,
Just when I've broken love, I found
Love [bad word] again
You gotta believe that [bad word] again
Just when I've broken love, I found
Love [bad word] again

Deep within me, turn over secret stones
Forests and fields bleeding with blood and bones
Still no words we can speak, our paths have been chosen
All trails that we trek shall lead us back to here

Because our [bad word] again,
Just when I've broken love, I found
Love [bad word] again
You gotta believe that [bad word] again
Just when I've broken love, I found
Love [bad word] again