Yet you take another risk, you say
But doesn't everyone everyday do so
One way or another

Like a person
Crossing the streets on a red light
You chose the path that leads
To my door

I’m not doing anything don't blame me
You hate the rain so tell me
What is wrong, what is wrong
With this cycle?

What you are is like the rain, I say
As spontaneous as the earth
You stir me
Being fool to fancy

I'm a person
Crossing the streets at random
I found a path that leads
To your door

You’re not doing anything so blame me
You hate the rain but tell me
What is wrong, what is wrong
With this cycle?
Cycle of love
Cycle of love
Cycle of love