Lovelife - Barbarossa

Feed your instincts

They’re always right

And listen to your lover at night

Don’t ask me why

They all seem to die

And lovelife

For it may never come right

Feed the two woes

Inside your mind

One jealous and bitter, one kind

And you decide which mouth to feed

You let the other one die

And lovelife

For it may never come tonight

Lovelife for it may never come right