"What You Call Love" lyrics
"What You Call Love"
I caught a piece of the sunshine, put a little hope in me
But after the flood raged, there's nothing really left to see
But I was not done, or beat, the violence was a source of strength
Not everything is always just as it seems
What you call love, is just urgency
What you call love, is a place you turn in an emergency
Would you give up, when it's not what you want it to be?
But that's not love, what you call love
I caught a piece of the sunshine, burned a little hole in me
But after the flood raged, there's nothing really left to see
But I was not done or beat, the violence was a source of strength
Not everything is always just as it seems
What you call love, is just urgency
What you call love, is a place you turn in an emergency
Would you give up, when it's not what you want it to be?
But that's not love, what you call love
What you call love, is just urgency
What you call love is a place to turn in an emergency
Would you give up when it's not what you want it to be?
But that's not love, what you call love
No that's not love, what you call love
No that's not love, what you call love
Writer(s): Adam Gardner, Brian Rosenworcel, Ryan Miller, Joseph Pisapia
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- Guster Lyrics
album:
"Easy Wonderful" (2010)
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