Trying to hold a love that wants to go, Is like trying to catch a falling flake of snow, It glimmers while it can, but it will melt between your hands, You know
To keep alive a love that wants to die, You teach the birds to swim and all the fish to fly, But gills are made for water, and feathers for the sky, You know
To find a love that's new where do you start, It's like trying to find a light switch in the dark, Falling over mess you left unaddressed in your heart
But I will find love, That's the blind love, It's the kind of love I need Oh, well, I'll find love, That's the blind love, It's the kind of love I need