Is It Love

No one lives in the future, no one lives in the past The men who own the city make more sense than we do Their actions are clear, their lives are their own But you, went behind glass Don't let this boy go, don't let this boy go So long to the city, we'll retell the story they wrote My lips part to talk but I forgot what I was trying to remember And that will remain unsaid Is it love, love that's on your mind Love, not just of a certain kind Love, no no not just of a certain kind Is it love, love that's on your mind The men who own the city make more sense than we do But you, went behind glass Ain't what we do without consequence I'm saying it, I'm saying it My lips part to talk but I forgot what I was trying to remember And that will remain unsaid