Feels like December but it´s May
I´ve gone as pale as Doris Day
The blue sky´s torn assunder
by clouds that warn of thunder
Is this what they used to call love?

Your face surrounds me everywhere
like a kaleidoscope´s nightmare
This outpouring of emotion
is boring as an ocean
Is this what they used to call love?

Well it musn´t be
the chicken pox
I´ve never met a chicken
but whenever I
get near you dear
my heart starts to sicken

In the 9th circle of this hell
my heart is burning and unwell
what demons like within it
I´ll die in one more minute
Is this what they used to call love?
Is this what they used to call love?