• Love is like the weather, so unpredictable, tables turning all the time.
    Thinking I know what's about to happen, then the tables turn once again.
    All's going well, all is just fine, thinking I'll always call you mine, but then, again, the tables start to turn.
    Starting to shiver in the damp rain, all is lost; or so you thought; the tables are now turning the right way.
    The sun coming out, bright and warm, heating the dampness of my heart.. until the tables turn.. again..
    The rain can be nice, but this one is not, this rain is cold and soaks right through to the bone, until the bone becomes damp, starting to rot, then the tables keep on turning right away.
    The tables keep on turning
    The tables keep on turning
    I don't know how to stop it, maybe I should bring a mop to soak up the water of the drenched wet of our love, but once again the sun starts to shine, you starting calling me yours; I call you mine..
    A fight goes on, the tables spin round and round, we make up, but then we break up, you say sorry, I forgive, you hate me, I apologize, you accept..
    It goes on and on
    And on and on
    And on and on and on..
    .....The tables just don't stop turning