The lamp is plugged into the wall
It's shining but there is no spark
It's connected but it still feels dark
I wish love could be resurrected
But when a light bulb is defective
It must be recycled, right?
I wish passion could be turned on
At the flip of a switch
I wish I could think passionate thoughts
Like I did when the lamp warmed my heart
When I thought
I could die with you and I'd be happy
I could breathe the same air and I'd fly
I am always and only thinking of you
Now the lamp is plugged in
And the cord is frayed
Switching on and off
Isn't easy as it used to be
It's shining but there is no spark
It's connected but it still feels dark
I wish love could be resurrected
But when a light bulb is defective
It must be recycled, right?
I wish passion could be turned on
At the flip of a switch
I wish I could think passionate thoughts
Like I did when the lamp warmed my heart
When I thought
I could die with you and I'd be happy
I could breathe the same air and I'd fly
I am always and only thinking of you
Now the lamp is plugged in
And the cord is frayed
Switching on and off
Isn't easy as it used to be
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