this thing called “love”
there is this thing called love and I thought I've known it for a while but once again I had to learn I'm not a know-it-all
it's your heartrate speeding up
but not realizing why
this girl makes music with her laugh
and you can't help but smile
it's painting your thumb green
accurately, trying hard
to make sure that she sees
how her joy fills up your heartit's being overwhelmed by
feelings so strangely intense
they could crush you any second
but you still show no defence
it's ten hours on the phone
including back pain and a smile
with a voive that is well known
but still kinda gets you highit's your knees becoming weak
and your mind becoming clear
with every kiss placed on your cheek
and every giggle that you hear
it's also how you cannot think
once she looks at you like that
how there is nothing else to do
but to make her desperateit's coming home without
knowing where the hell you are
because home suddenly became
some freckled pair of arms
it's feeling like there is a god
and she put you in your place
you wouldn't dare to question that
no atheist could know such faceit's “I know myself; I cannot wait”
for the adventures yet to come
but presence just infatuates
so suddenly, you can
there is this thing called “love”
that I still don't really get
but I can't wait to learn about
everything that's leftwith you.