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Chaining
Drops of rain chasing each other down my window pane
All entering my mind, driving me insane
Such a continuous flow, I just don't know
In to which cosmic stream your love should go
Would it be so bad if everything was damned up
Love flooding the banks, pure and uncorrupted
Every once in a while we'll open the gates and run some love off
Allowing it to flow down stream and towards the gulf
Riverboats and barges hauling and tugging love everywhere
Ship workers and longshoremen told to handle love with care
Love is loaded in to trucks and moved like freight
Boxed and bottled, stacked on pallets and in crates
Transported around the world and placed on shelves
People walking into stores purchasing love for themselves
Stock boys keeping shelves stocked and labels facing forward
For shoppers that are no more than bored explorers
They purchase it abundantly, most of it is over consumed
While the rest is stored until later to be misused
The conservation of love calls for an understanding of its origin
An understanding of where it ends and starts over again
Up in the air, beyond the clouds, in the sky
Sitting on nothing, I watched you cry
Tears saturating clouds helping to produce rain
That drip drops that chase each other down my window pane
All entering my mind, driving me insane
Such a continuous flow, I just don't know
In to which cosmic stream your love should go
Would it be so bad if everything was damned up
Love flooding the banks, pure and uncorrupted
Every once in a while we'll open the gates and run some love off
Allowing it to flow down stream and towards the gulf
Riverboats and barges hauling and tugging love everywhere
Ship workers and longshoremen told to handle love with care
Love is loaded in to trucks and moved like freight
Boxed and bottled, stacked on pallets and in crates
Transported around the world and placed on shelves
People walking into stores purchasing love for themselves
Stock boys keeping shelves stocked and labels facing forward
For shoppers that are no more than bored explorers
They purchase it abundantly, most of it is over consumed
While the rest is stored until later to be misused
The conservation of love calls for an understanding of its origin
An understanding of where it ends and starts over again
Up in the air, beyond the clouds, in the sky
Sitting on nothing, I watched you cry
Tears saturating clouds helping to produce rain
That drip drops that chase each other down my window pane
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