[verse] I may think I feel love but it is love that feels me constantly testing the woven fibers that enclose and protect my heart with a searing flame that allows no illusion of separation [verse] and as the insubstantial fabric of my inner fortress is peeled away by the persistent fire I desperately try to save some charred remains by escaping into one more dream of passion I may think I can find love but it is love that finds me [verse] meanwhile, love becomes patient and lies in wait its undying embers gently glowing and even if I now turn and grasp after the source of warmth I end up cold and empty-handed I may think I can possess love but it is love that possesses me [verse] and finally, I am consumed for love has flared into an engulfing blaze that takes everything and gives nothing in return I may think love destroys me but it is love that sets me free [verse] and finally, I am consumed for love has flared into an engulfing blaze that takes everything and gives nothing in return I may think love destroys me but it is love that sets me free [outro] I may think love destroys me but it is love that sets me free I may think love destroys me but it is love that sets me free
