can't buy love from the darkest of streetsncame by love in the hollow of beatsnnowhere is safe from harmni gave up for your charmnthe myth of love is like a curve that travelsnas we draw lines and tangents to unravelncan't find love in the shadows of wallsncame by love by the movement of your pulsenno one can keep me calmnwhen your love trips my alarmnpeople get frightened by the intensity i breednso why do people get frightened if it's precaution that they heedni'm just in needni am kept from the deepest of seasni have wept from the bitterness of keysnevery door i try is lockednexcuse me my brain is blockednthe myth of love is like a curve that travelsnas we draw lines and tangents to unravelni would swerve every curve to unravel the passionn'cause there's nothing in a straight line but man-made perfection.