The Last Song but One

What is it makes us feel we're so superior?

Where do we get this inkling we can't lose?

What is it makes us more than mere bacteria?

Formed in a fragrant clump with hair and shoes.

I lifted my head,

I looked all around,

I rolled back my eyes,

I fell to the ground,

And that's when it struck,

Maybe it's love,

Keeps us down.

What is it keeps us so far from the garden now?

Why can we not just sit and name the beasts?

Could this be evolution in her purest form?

Could this just be our own unique disease?

I lifted my head,

I looked all around,

I rolled back my eyes,

I fell to the ground,

And that's when it struck,

Maybe it's love,

Keeps us down.

This is the end of the day,

This is the end of the day,

I can measure a difference you make,

This is the end of the day,

If you have something to say,

If you have something to say,

Now is the perfect time and place,

If you have something to say,

Love is the only escape, (love is the only escape)

Love is the only escape, (love is the only escape)

Love is the cause, the effect and the afterthought,

Love is the only escape.