Sat in the waiting room. Driven to the brink of my pain threshold by the excruciatingly awful Sky Radio, broadcasting songs, from which I offer the following inane lines (in blue), connected by my involuntary musings;
I will always love you even though I don’t know what love is,
but at least we’ll always be together
although I’m not sure how,
given that we were torn apart by our love,
and no wonder you have trouble sleeping and can’t make it through the night,
what d’you expect
given that the sun is always shining?
And the fact that it’s raining in your heart,
might explain the never ending heartache.
If only I could show you what love means
then I could always love you (even though I don’t know what love is)
and stop repeating myself, unlike our love, which apparently
will last forever.
I will always love you even though I don’t know what love is,
but at least we’ll always be together
although I’m not sure how,
given that we were torn apart by our love,
and no wonder you have trouble sleeping and can’t make it through the night,
what d’you expect
given that the sun is always shining?
And the fact that it’s raining in your heart,
might explain the never ending heartache.
If only I could show you what love means
then I could always love you (even though I don’t know what love is)
and stop repeating myself, unlike our love, which apparently
will last forever.