Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath
the song
One day youll learn
Youll soon discern its true meaning
An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies

And its not a love, its not a love
Its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not
a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not
a love, its not a love song

And now the loops are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metered time
Muted chimes find the beat

And in the pulse there
lies conviction
A steady push and pull routine
Till cymbals swelled
High notes fell into reach

And its not a love, its not a love
Its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not
a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not
a love, its not a love song

Its not a love, its not a love,
Its not a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not
a love, its not a love song
Its not a love, its not
a love, its not a love song