You don't know what love is.
This is what love is:
I'm sleeping in the backseat
as Carter drives us
I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
This is almost overload — I said almost overload
Friends and foes and princes are all just human in the end
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map