With another Love

All my tears have been used up on another love

Until I met you, and I felt alright with another love, with another love.
Then you took me up above the mountains, up so high,
With so much love, with so much love.
We were high, and I could fly.
And then you held your arms around me with so much love, with so much love.
Then all I needed was your arms to keep me safe and warm,
But you were afraid to hold me with your arms.
I became heavy, and you didn’t want me even with the love, even with the love.
So you pushed me down from above—no more love, no more arms.
I was falling down so fast and slow towards the black hole,
I felt so much and so low—no more love, no more arms.
When I was close to hitting the ground,
I remembered I could fly, with another love, with another love.
I opened my wings, eagle-wise, and started to get high,
With another love, with another love.
All I needed was your arms to feel safe and alright,
But you didn’t want me, you were so afraid of getting high.
Up over the clouds, I could fly so much high,
I couldn’t see you—you were so small,
On another land, on another land, the land of most men.
I could be happy because I can fly and go high,
Nothing can hurt me anymore.
No more love with your arms,
I deserve more, I can fly so much more,
With another love, with another love.
It is my love for the stars.