I look for the answer in the back of my mind
Endless questions are all that I find
I turn another corner, and look back on the shelf
Burn another paper, then I ask myself
Is it really love, or just the solution?
Do I really need it, is it just cause I care?
Is it really love, or just the solution?
I take my time with a slight of hand
Play my part in the game of chance
Caught up in the chaos
Always someone to blame
Holding on to my conscience
Ask myself again
Is it really love, or just the solution?
Do I really need it, is it just cause I care?
Is it really love, or just the solution?
Fall into the morning
Hoping for some help
Hear tomorrow calling
And I ask myself
Is it really love, or just the solution?
Do I really need it, is it just cause I care?
Is it really love, or just the solution?
Do I really need it, is it just cause I care?
Is it really love?