What kind of love is this?
the wind gliding in the frosty trees
the polluted fog headlights that beam
When we go through them roads
Get lost in unfamiliar streets
what kind of love is this?
A kind that could climb and grow?
Or a love that leaves when snow does go
The crystal puddles from ice that melts
Am i just another soulless body on a conveyer belt?
Now you leave me with your actions
Tease me with you dissatisfaction
It’s a cycle of pity, hate and bliss,
What kind of love is this?
