LOVE

So that we act out these tensions Continually Keep cleansing the stream Just does any impurity Running downhill in a river By the time it travels nine miles Is purified So the life of man Traveling to the sea Which is his inevitable Death some day Purifies itself It must because If you do not purify These tensions Remain in And turn in on themselves And destroy you So we belong only by doing And we own only by doing And we love only by doing If you want an interpretation On life and love That'd be the closest thing I can come to