This thing called love, it cries like a baby in a cradle all night. It swings, it jives, it shakes all over like a jellyfish. I kinda like it.

Consequences from evil will make your past haunt you.

What we need is love, to guide and protect us on.

They say love is a stream that will find its course.

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

It's easy to get buried in the past when you try to make a good thing last.