I'm looking for the love song.
Have you found it yet?
Not the comfortable lies
You tell yourself everyday.
Not the imaginary ballads
You sing to yourself, every goodnight.
Not the word games
You weave your make-believe world in, over and over again.
Not the apparent mirages
You draw on the sands of time, one more time.
I'm looking for the love song.
Have you found it yet?
The cramped up spaces
You hide within, everyday.
The monochrome tales
You bury deep down those intriguing kohled eyes, every morning.
The actual confessions
You choke in the lump of your throat, every goodnight.
The erstwhile habits
You flush down the cheeks, every time it rains.
I'm looking for the love song.
Have you found it yet?
Have you found it yet?
Not the comfortable lies
You tell yourself everyday.
Not the imaginary ballads
You sing to yourself, every goodnight.
Not the word games
You weave your make-believe world in, over and over again.
Not the apparent mirages
You draw on the sands of time, one more time.
I'm looking for the love song.
Have you found it yet?
The cramped up spaces
You hide within, everyday.
The monochrome tales
You bury deep down those intriguing kohled eyes, every morning.
The actual confessions
You choke in the lump of your throat, every goodnight.
The erstwhile habits
You flush down the cheeks, every time it rains.
I'm looking for the love song.
Have you found it yet?
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