These are lyrics to a song I’m working on.

I met a woman on an evening just like this she told me

Love is a pistol that you load with every kiss she told me

Love is a pistol that you load with every kiss and it’s

Just a matter of time before someone pulls the trigger

Met a man who told me love’s a beautiful balloon

and it’s gradually inflating in a porcupine filled room he told me

such a colorful, such a beautiful balloon

but you know what happens if it gets too much bigger

and now I know I’ll never know I’ll never know

what lies in store

feels like I’m stuck inside an elevator

but the numbers on the buttons don’t correspond to any floor

CHORUS:

Love is a terrible masterpiece

That you paint with the black of the night and the white of the flood

The blue of her eyes, and the red of your blood

and love is a house that you frame with your very own bones

And the heaviest stones

It may keep out the cold or fall in on you one of these days.

Love it is the copper key that opens all the locks

When you’re a shipwrecked sailor being broken on the rocks

Just a brittle little boat upon the jealous jagged rocks

It will be love that keeps you clinging to the rigging

My whole life’s a jailbreak, and I’m digging with my spoon

Deep down in dirt and darkness and I’m dreaming of the moon

I’m just a poor escaping prisoner down here dreaming of the moon

And it’s the thought of love alone that keeps me digging

And now I know I’ll never know I never know

Which way to turn

Love is like a fire and the world is full of ice

I can’t decide if I prefer to freeze or burn

CHORUS

The angry little honeybee has got her pointed knife

And she stabs it in for all she’s worth but it will take her life

You see she stabs it in so deeply but she can’t leave with his life

and love feels an awful lot like that sting

Bloodthirsty enemies are screaming all around

The tower’s catching fire and the gates are breaking down

But if you defend this castle keep the walls from falling down

In the end you know you just might be a king

and now I know i’ll never know I’ll never know

If we’re better off by ourselves

But the whole world is a haunted house to me

And the clock is striking twelve

CHORUS

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