There's not much to it when you really think it through It's almost elegant in its simplicity It's just been built up into a convincing ruse But it's not magic, and there's very little mystery The body encounters outside stimuli Which releases chemicals in the brain And that sensation is then identified And it's either pleasurable, or its pain Now it may seem the opposite to the senses Whether you're hit with a feather or with a train But from a biological perspective It's identical, it's the same Like spilt milk, or the loss of a loved one When it's viewed in its true image The heart is a muscle that pumps blood And love's got nothing to do with it People get sick, and accidents happen Which stops all bodily processes It's either that or the natural fashion Entropy, it's all death is They say it's better to have loved and lost I say it's better if we'd never been involved Cause it doesn't make it any easier to shrug it off Knowing our connection will eventually dissolve An all this mist and the warmth of a person's touch Is just suffering from chemical withdrawl And your image in my memory will blur till it Turns to dust and I barely remember you at all It's not a tragedy, it's not magical I've studied and researched this stuff You're gone now, and that's natural So I don't know why it hurts this much There's nothing more to love There's nothing more to fear than Our internal organs at work There's nothing more to death There's nothing more to grief than Our internal organs at work It's your heart, it's your head It's your feet that get you there