Love is a sort of madness I can imagine huffing I have no art In other lives, in other lives Martyrs groan But I will not sigh All the universe melts away I will not sigh I will not sigh Your soul is sound Your soul is sound Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your imagination No imagination Love is a sort of deadly night shade It makes your eyes bright, enticified Sound shifts in time Love divine, love divine Warp speed, lightening Love, gone with the stars All hallucination Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your imagination No imagination Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end