There's not much to it when you really think it through
It's almost elegant in its simplicity
It's just been built up into a convincing ruse
But it's not magic, and there's very little mystery
The body encounters outside stimuli
Which releases chemicals in the brain
And that sensation is then identified
And it's either pleasurable, or its pain
Now it may seem the opposite to the senses
Whether you're hit with a feather or with a train
But from a biological perspective
It's identical, it's the same
Like spilt milk, or the loss of a loved one
When it's viewed in its true image
The heart is a muscle that pumps blood
And love's got nothing to do with it
People get sick, and accidents happen
Which stops all bodily processes
It's either that or the natural fashion
Entropy, it's all death is
They say it's better to have loved and lost
I say it's better if we'd never been involved
Cause it doesn't make it any easier to shrug it off
Knowing our connection will eventually dissolve
An all this mist and the warmth of a person's touch
Is just suffering from chemical withdrawl
And your image in my memory will blur till it
Turns to dust and I barely remember you at all
It's not a tragedy, it's not magical
I've studied and researched this stuff
You're gone now, and that's natural
So I don't know why it hurts this much
There's nothing more to love
There's nothing more to fear than
Our internal organs at work
There's nothing more to death
There's nothing more to grief than
Our internal organs at work
It's your heart, it's your head
It's your feet that get you there