This Love
Ring around the rosy
Pockets full of things both strange and true
We all fall to the ground
Our bodies all made up of stars
But you and I are merely just
Creatures ruled by passions great and small
I don't see a pattern here
Only just my shaking hands
This love
I cannot sleep
This love
It makes me weep
So now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
Taking all our chances now
Running faster with out scissors out
I still don't see a pattern here
I wish sometimes I'd never met you
This is the way it all falls down again...
This love
I cannot sleep
This love
It makes me weep
So if I die before I wake
Pray the Lord my soul to take
This love
This love