It seems we got an instinct, baby
No matter who plunges first
You can look across a crowded room
And pick out the ones who will hurt you the worst
So fasten your seatbelt, baby
This ride could get rough
You know that love is gonna make me make you cry
Until we both scream,
"Uncle, we've had enough"
CHORUS
Love doesn't have to be pretty
Love doesn't have to be fun
Love doesn't have to be flowers and lace
It can get in your face
Like a loaded gun
It likes to tangle with your dreams
It likes to do you till you're done
Love doesn't have to be pretty
Love doesn't have to be fun
I got this theory, baby
That when the Lord made the world
He cut us all up in pieces
And mixed us into a crazy swirl
We're trying to find the other half of ourselves
We try everyone on for fit
When you're sifting haystacks for needles
It's for sure you're gonna get pricked
REPEAT CHORUS
You can let it play your life
It'll franchise your blues
It'll set you up with one loving wife
And then five or six more before it really gets through
Through with you
It's like we're all on a ladder, baby
Everyone I know
Is in love with the one who's above
And couldn't care less about the one who's below
It's a long climb to heaven this way
We try not to look down
We know if we did, what we'd see down below
Is a big pile of hearts all over the ground
REPEAT CHORUS
credits
from Fair to Mydland,
released March 30, 2018
Beau Mansfield--Keyboards and vocals