The Soft Machine

Love is homeless
Where is
Love is shapeless
Who needs
Love is dangerous
Love is true

The more you give the soft machine
The more you give the song
I would live for you with all my
Give to you with all my
Daggers and swollen kisses
And so that is proof that love is death

There's no ear that would or could Listen to all there is to say
About small wooden toys
Or broken shells, tiny bells or songs about a lady

The more you clean the soft machine
The more you lead me on
I would live for you with all my
Give to you with all my
Daggers and swollen kisses
And so I think that that is proof that love is death