Feels like December but it's May I've gone as pale as Doris Day The blue sky's torn assunder by clouds that warn of thunder Is this what they used to call love? Your face surrounds me everywhere like a kaleidoscope's nightmare This outpouring of emotion is boring as an ocean Is this what they used to call love? Well it musn't be the chicken pox I've never met a chicken but whenever I get near you dear my heart starts to sicken In the 9th circle of this hell my heart is burning and unwell what demons lie within it I'll die in one more minute Is this what they used to call love? Is this what they used to call love?
Feels like December but it's May I've gone as pale as Doris Day The blue sky's torn assunder by clouds that warn of thunder Is this what they used to call love? Your face surrounds me everywhere like a kaleidoscope's nightmare This outpouring of emotion is boring as an ocean Is this what they used to call love? Well it musn't be the chicken pox I've never met a chicken but whenever I get near you dear my heart starts to sicken In the 9th circle of this hell my heart is burning and unwell what demons lie within it I'll die in one more minute Is this what they used to call love? Is this what they used to call love?
