About Love

Keep your head up, off the ground You don't have to look at the mess around What I'm saying, you've got enough People will say what you've done is treasonous It don't matter, they'll make a fuss Cause everybody seems to know everything about love Take the picture off the shelf And look into the eyes of one's former self Are you happy Are you sad Does the thought of your lost love make you and It don't matter, you'll make a fuss But soon you'll see maybe you do not know about love I know it feels like your running out of time You're twenty-two and I know you're about to die The people round you keep feeding you those lies You've got love to love, is that such a surprise Everybody, what do you know about love