Have Arms Will Hug

Flower garden
Bricks and weed
Summer's ending
Slowly leaves

Ash and brown
Golden chrome
Always changing
Never home

Changing faces
Silk and robe
When leisure becomes pleasure
You have hit gold

It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for

Wanting nothing
But craving more
Trying to fly but feeling sore

Always eating
But never full
I'm picky with food
And it's the same for love

It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for
It's the same for love
It's the same for