Love's a gleam of sunshine,
In this world full of dark.
It doesn't burn too brightly;
But it only takes a spark.
To incinerate our willful beings,
And propel us through the pain;
Love's our umbrella,
When we're dancing in the rain.
In this world full of dark.
It doesn't burn too brightly;
But it only takes a spark.
To incinerate our willful beings,
And propel us through the pain;
Love's our umbrella,
When we're dancing in the rain.
