Love - Haje Jan Kamps, 00/01

Again she spoke of letters from the sea
As if she knew the meaning of her deeds
As if she knew the purpose of her needs
But still the tears that flow are caused by me
God damn those books, what were they dreaming of?
I run for cover, hiding from the past
But when I’m gone I realize at last
The only thing not here is labeled love
How sick and wild to make up such a thing
That rapes my mind an make my eyeballs sing
That has no rules and dooms us all to choose
It rips our chests and makes us sing the blues
No never will I fall for such a game
Ah, fuck it all, I love her all the same