/ split þarký sözü

there are so many sides to every story
and this is mine
a dirty pair of hands sometimes has to come clean
and now is the time
i just couldn´t see love´s great defection
now it´s flourishing in one dimension
love went over the wall
was it pushed or did it fall?

the official story was a 60/40 split
cut with a knife
but now that i´m ghostwriting your autobiography
this ought to be your life
you wouldn´t have to be a great detective
to see the things you do to me are self-reflexive
they bounce right back from me
cos i´m a human trampoline
seem now, it´s so hard to take
heart to hearts that were heart for heart´s sake
now cupid only watches darts
love is just the sum of its parts
together we were a perfect circle
i think that we should get back again
i´ll hold you close and we´ll roll all the way
down to lover´s lane
we´re just two sides of a vulgar fraction
waiting for a little love interaction
when the borderline will fall
without you i mean half of nothing at all
looking back it seems like fake
heart to hearts that were heart for hearts sake
i should have known right from the start
i want you know, i want the fake
i learnt the laws and found it´s just give and take
(you give and i take)
i´ve got the guts, i will restart
and love is only the sum of its parts
love is the sum of its parts
yes it is.