That's what all the people say..

the protective blanket of scotch tape made the recipe my grandma copied with her fax machine and mailed to me dissappear.

And tired, too little time, always wanting what you can't have, forgotten, forgranted, forever,

and all you ever wanted to do was to love and to love and to love and to love and no one can call that crazy.

That's life

(that's what all the people say)

That's the only part I know of that song.