What in the world could shake this frame, break the brain again?
Open the door so many times you don't bother closing it anymore
Love has a rhythm
And it's a violence of innocence when we disengage
Kamma, won't you come around?
Won't you come around?
I don't know what in life could rattle me
You come back again?
Kamma, won't you come around?
Won't you come around?
I don't know what could ever rattle me
Could it be you again?
Kamma, won't you come around?
Won't you come around?
I don't know what in life could rattle me
You come back again?
Kamma, won't you come around?
Won't you come around?
I don't know what could ever rattle me
Could it be you again?
Well, love has a rhythm
And it's a violence of innocence when we disengage
It's a violence of innocence when you hold me
A violence of innocence when you call
A violence of innocence when you think you see me
But you can't, you can't, you can't
It's a violence of innocence that I miss you
A violence of innocence that I'm poorer for it
A violence of innocence that I sing about it
But I have to, I have to