Love Is a Terrible Thing - Marlon Williams

How to see the sun go down

Is a heart made of gold?

From the land, little children watch it burn

Fortune favors the cold

People tell me: «Boy, you got lucky!»

But I feel about as lucky as a snowman in the spring

Mind over matter;

head over heart

Love’s a terrible thing

People tell me: «Boy, you dodged a bullet!»

But if only it had hit me, then I’d know the peace it brings

It’s just mind over matter;

head over heart

Love’s a terrible thing

Out on the water, hear the angels sing:

«Love's a terrible thing!»