Passenger

Trying to hold a love that wants to go
Is like trying to catch a falling flake of snow
It glimmers while it can but it will melt between your hands, you know
To keep alive a love that wants to die
You teach the birds to swim, and all the fish to fly
But gills are made for water, and feathers for the sky, y'know
OH OH OH OH OH OH

To find a love that's new where do you start?
It's like trying to find a light switch in the dark
Falling over the mess you left unaddressed inside your heart
OH OH OH OH OH OH

But I will find love, that's a blind love
It's the kind of love I need
Oh well I'll find love, that's a blind love
It's the kind of love I need
OH OH OH OH OH OH