Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn
You'll soon discern its [bad word] meaning
An interesting detachment
listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies
And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
And now the loops are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metered time
Muted chimes find the beat
And in the pulse there lies conviction
steady push and pull routine
Till cymbals swelled
High notes fell into reach
And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love,
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song