They say..slowly..relationships lose their spark once the initial excitement fades
So I hope I shall never fall in love with a wild soul
Cause I know I might end up burned, trying to make them feel the spark
Cause for I know,
Wild souls don't care about the cold or the warmth
They don't rest
They are forever tied somewhere else
Their hearts don't find home in people
For They don't need homes
They are wanderers
Driven by the balance of lust and love
They are people with passion running in their veins instead of blood
How much will you give?
And will it even be enough?
No matter how much you give
Or how much you burn
You'll always be left standing at the door
Waiting and waiting
For them to come back home.
