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love is rare
i've touched its face
and watched it slip away into the hotcoals

to keep the fire going
this light is the darkness
tell you to walk across it
without feeling a thing

then you've passed the test
and your heart is of stone
your head is of ash
your body can just take it
but it breaks down, early aging
or it can't take what's coming next
love isn't what's coming next
the objects in this vision are jayded

love is rare
i live in that place
and watch it shrink away, the crowd is closing

it's gaining people that were once
this life is the selfish
tell you to walk across it
wearing only your shoes

then you've passed the test
and your head's etched in stone
your soul is all worn
your body can just take it
but it breaks down, early aging
or it can't take what's coming next
love isn't what's coming next
the objects in this vision are jayded

and i heard a tear in your eye
it never showed itself
it lay in the back of your head
you needed the white noise

and i saw you scratch at your head
like an injection was craved
then in the flashes of a light
you eased in your futon

and you've passed up mess
and your thoughts swept off
your head is of ash
your body can just take it
as it breaks down, early aging
and you can't take what's coming next
love isn't what's coming next
love isn't what's coming next

i know the objects in this vision are jayded

i know the objects in this vision are jayded but...love is rare...

love is rare
i've touched its face
and watched it slip away into the hotcoals

..is it, that it always will?