If you'd tell me it's real
I can make an appeal
To the controlling fragile child. let me speak
He won't make sense until
We reach the consequence
It's voluntary like your smile, as he quakes
Now I know this must be love
When you dared me to feel
When I made that appeal
To the incorrigible child
You stuffed his mouth with dirty rags
And tied his head within a bag pitch black
And silken like your smile
He's silent... now I know this must be love
Little drops upon my cuffs
Let me know this must be love
Red, red, drops upon my cuffs
Let me know this must be love
Now I know this must be love