The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me
Then I d know the force with which she adored me
The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares
When I wake up in screams that how I know that I really care

(I believe in love)
But I must await the swing of the scorpion s tail
For all my impatient advances come to no avail
Little pinches and pokes
They don t mean a thing
Compared to a true rival and the shock that it brings

The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me
Then I d know the force with which she adored me
The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares
When I wake up in screams that how I know that I really care

Her arms approach at violent speeds
From angles which I cannot see
And that, that is love to me.