time goes by like a beggar shufflin' down the road
memories unwind and identities implode
i've got a pretty picture of every woman that i ever knew
it's all eyeball wallpaper cause they all remind me of you
i'm talkin' true love, the kind they write songs about.
yes i'm talkin' true love, the kind you fall into, not out of.
i know it might seem strange to feel such love when i'm so alone
but i don't think i'm deranged just because every time i hear the phone
i'm thinkin' it's my true love who's gonna be on the line
i'm talkin' to you, love. tell me it wasn't just a waste of time
some things just grab you, like a hooker tuggin' at your sleeve.
and unless you pay attention, you think that maybe they will never leave you alone,
but not true love, the kind you don't ever doubt
i'm talkin' to you, love, and true love is what i'm talkin' about
i wonder where you are this minute. i live this minute all the time.
i'm scarcely even in it, but at least i'm with you and i'm fine.
i'm talkin' true love, maybe the kind God even dreams about.
yes, i'm talkin' true love, the kind you fall into, not out of.