She knows she has nothing to gain.
She knows I’m tired and insane,
but she loves me anyway.
That’s gotta be…

I’m like a steamroller, tearing.
And she’s like a gliding hovercraft,
but still she worries about my aftermath.
That’s gotta be…

She loves me, this I know.
For he eyes have told me so.
And how the hell can I take it slow?

She’s like a precious flower,
and I’m like the mightiest tower.
And her sweet love is never sour.
That’s gotta be…

Moonbeams, sunlight,
everything feels right.
That’s gotta be… love.