A love like a sailor's to a siren, Or a passion like the pope's for all men, The simple separation between love and addiction, Decides whether one suffers hope or affliction.
What makes the elderly question? What makes the grown man quake? The unbearable regrets humanity has For the mistakes themselves have made.
But when the lost soul finds a temporary home, And the broken heart finds a touch that might mend, All of the sinners in this aching world Gladly fall for love's addiction again.