and i guess they know what's right
 'cause it has its seasons
 and it fades without the light
 if it has a beginning
 it will surely have an end
 the weather moves in circles
 and we're all dust in the wind
 we don't know which way to blow

 love is a battlefield of wounded hearts

 it ain't so bad
 being alone
 if you know it will never last
 nothing lasts forever
 'cept the certainty of change
 and love's the same
 it's a game with simple rules
 if you think it's forever
 then you're nothing but a fool
 take this from a fool who knows

 love is a battlefield of wounded hearts