Scarce (Chris Jonat)

Love is a strange apparatus, a game

With rules that drift like the snow

You want to be heard, hell you want to be served

But you can't figure which way to go

Cause in love or not there's some things you forgot

Like love wasn't built in a day

Or a month or a year, yeah if love is here

It just happened by this way

Look up, look down

Love's been here before and it's coming back round

Back up, crouch down

Gotta make yourself scarce if you want to be found

I know what it means, why you need to be seen

I know that there's pride on the line

But you can't always take, always be on the make

Relax and you'll be doing fine

Now I do give thanks as I walk the plank

Preparing to give up what's mine

And strange as it seems to a man of my miens

Turns out I'm the loving kind

So thanks for the grief and of course for relief

Thank you for making me fall

From the ground I can see they weren't lying to me

When they promised that love conquers all