How to see the sun go down
Is a heart made of gold?
From the land, little children watch it burn
Fortune favors the cold

People tell me: Boy, you got lucky!
But I feel about as lucky as a snowman in the spring

Mind over matter; head over heart
Love's a terrible thing

People tell me: Boy, you dodged a bullet!
But if only it had hit me
Then I'd know the peace it brings

It's just mind over matter; head over heart
Love's a terrible thing

Out on the water, hear the angels sing
Love's a terrible thing