gigondas

Why is your heart the source of so much confusion? When do you listen to that cheeky monkey in your chest and when do you listen to the somber old one in your head? All you need is Love and a handy guide to its iniquities, its inequalities, its downright boorish nature.

Sometimes, lust arcs across oceans. Travelling with binary simplicity to complete the equation. The mathematics of desire seem simple and true. We is the sum of you and me, but, why does the result so often skew?



"The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures.
And instructions for dancing but

I...
I love it when you read to me and
You...
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb but

I...
I love it when you sing to me and
You...
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know.."