What's the point of life
If you don't fall in love
What's the point of that love
If it doesn't make you fly like a dove
It should be like a drug
Which i can get addicted to
It should be so beautiful
That makes me see red and blue
Everything else should get blurred
Like they don't exist
I should get so impatient
That i go looking for my wedding priest
I want to lose my common sense
Want to get so mad for my lover
Holding her hand I want to go
To find a new way of life to discover