In Love, Out Of Love, Something Like Love

Dina:

Realms filled with compartments of mystery and intrigue

Lead lovers on restless, desolate hunger trips

Weaving in and out of the strings of consciousness

Dazzling and intimidating those sudden urges

Grasping for freedom

For the sins we leave

To test these wills of our delicate minds

Nikita:

These sins lead us, mislead us

They also follow us wherever we go

We’re surrounded, but we can’t get enough of

All those things that prick our conscience

I fall in love, out of love, in something like love

Never really precise, the mind defies

But I need to be there where love resides

I need it like I need air.

Dina:

A painted devil

A falsely accused angel

Truth is broken and paralyzed

For we can never believe what we’re told

Reality of love masked in disguise

Teased, toyed and played

For benefits of others who misinterpret the game

Stupidly foolish are we

For letting the heart compete in this damned race

Love has to keep some innocence alive

Nikita:

A child feels a different kind of love

So fresh and sweet and unconditional;

Flowers and candy floss and hearts on trees

Why then, does it all become so fictional?

As we grow older, we’re supposed to get wiser

But we can only get as wise as we can be

Which is not too much, as we later see

As innocence fades away,

unlike the hearts on the tree.

- Dina Darling and Nikita Sawant.