If you can't make up your mind,
torn between the lover,
and the love you leave behind,
you're headed for disaster,
'cos you never read the signs,
too much love will kill you,
every time.
‘..Hace tiempo que pienso que es mejor estar doliente por un amorirreal, o maligno o escabroso, en lugar de estar obnubilado por lanada, y ser comido progresivamente por el aburrimiento del bienestar…’
If you can't make up your mind,
torn between the lover,
and the love you leave behind,
you're headed for disaster,
'cos you never read the signs,
too much love will kill you,
every time.
