You can dull all the symptoms
But you can't cure the ills
Because it's beaten, broken
And corrupted your will

It spats in your face
But you want it still

So this is the thing they call love

A man meets a woman
And then their bodies gel
They've nothing in common
But they marry as well

And it's not very far
From Heaven to Hell

So this is the thing they call love

Now she prays every night
That she won't wake beside him
And he wonders what she shows
To eyes that aren't his

They'll be bitter and quarrel
For as long as they live

So this is the thing they call love

"For better or worse";
A continuing curse...
"In sickness and health";
You'll just get the first...

"Till death do you part";
Life is not short enough...

So this is the thing they call love

There's a bottomless feeling
That sobriety brings
So they abandoned their vows
And they discard their rings

The sweetness of the start
Leaves a sour ending

So this is the thing they call love

There's some things you lose
You won't ever recover
With another day, another dollar
Another heart, another lover

But the memories remain
Of those you'll never get over

So this is the thing they call love

You can dull all the symptoms
But you can't cure the ills
Because it's beaten, broken
And corrupted your will

It spats in your face
But you want it still

So this is the thing they call love