Odds, The – Love Is The Subject

Swords and pens and tears and blood

Emotion, demotion and skin that’s so tough

If I can live through this then that is enough

Learn and earn devotion and trust

Love is the subject and nothin’ else nothin’ else

Life is the course love is the subject

Notes and jokes and follies so cruel

Elation, cessation and pain, that’s the rule

Find me later face down in the pool

Prop me up for lesson number two

I eat and sleep and culture my person

Measure up to the yardstick she’s using

Punch drunk stars like sparks in my vision

Paradise is something inhuman when

Love is the subject and nothin’ else nothin’ else

So much of this is quarrel

Clenching of the teeth

It’s stormy on the surface

Let me underneath

Walk and talk and give up and talk on

My body hangs ’round this heart like a jacket

My stomach sinks lower preparing for worry

I’m so ready to feel good in a hurry when

Love is the subject and nothin’ else nothin’ else

Life is the course love is the subject