Love is a catastrophe
Look what it´s done to me
Brought me down here so low
Stranded nowhere to go

No concentration
Just rerunning conversation
Trying to understand
how I fell into this quicksand

What happens next
with life? An unimpressed
pain like a cutter´s knife
Never been lonelier in my life

Who issued the instruction
for this mad act of destruction?
And into equilibrant
Faith laughs: "Look what we´ve done to him"
I went through the trees
Falling November leaves
A weak sun hanging low
Summer seems so long ago

All my former dreams
tender romantic schemes
revealed as so naive
to think I could believe
in love as the kindest law
not as a declaration of war
On my life and sanity
Now I know at last for me
love is a catastrophe