one more time two people are saying goodbye

and one more time everyones wondering why

they were such a perfect couple, how can this be so?

there are reasons, but sometimes even they arent sure that they know



and maybe its because her mother

maybe its because his father

maybe its what they did or didnt do

maybe its the times we live in

the strain of this nuclear age

where men have the power

and women have only rage

or maybe its just that her eyes are brown

and her lovers eyes are blue

maybe its a phase the whole damn world

is going through

but whether its all or none of the above

ahh, nobody knows whats happening to love

no nobody knows whats happening to love



and one more time we try to figure love out

oldfashioned dreams collide with newfangled doubt

oh there are couples who seem to make it, with or without romance

but even they cant tell you how much is due to chance



and Id say weve got a problem

right before we begin

weve got these heads full of rational thinking

wrapped inside this animal skin

with a heart caught in between

that tries to balance on a very fine line

ah, if you ask me its a case of bad design



and you can lie on that couch for hours

digging up the dirt

analyzing all your memories

reliving all your hurt

but in the end youre still a prisoner

locked inside your cell

the only difference is now

you know the walls too well



every corner, every crevice

every mark upon the floor

ah you know everything except how to find

the key to the door



and maybe its because your mother

maybe its because your father

maybe its what they did or didnt do

maybe its the times we live in-acapo