[bad word] your hair
I know nothing about you
Smiling like a young moon
Looking in the mirror

My card knows
You could be happy like a child
Raising your arms to me
Waiting to [bad word] down to me

In your love I swear
In your love I hide
In your love I sleep
In your love I turn
In your love I cry
In my life I ride
I ask you again

Try so hard
So that I could sleep without you
And you
You keep holding on to my lonely parts

In your love I swear
In your love I hide
In your love I sleep
In your love I turn
In your love I cry
In my life I ride
I ask you again

Is this love or prison
Is this love or prison
This is love

Is this love or prison
Is this love or prison
This is love

Is this love or prison
This is love
Is this love or prison
This is love
Is this love or prison
This is love