Sand, Stone, Cobwebs and Dust

This Love
You can’t cover it up
With Sand, Stone, Cobwebs or Dust,
And this Love
You can’t build it up
Then knock it down
Or lock it up
In a tomb of loss Love
Prepare to meet your maker
Prepare to fall
If love is the Undertaker
You’ll fall, you'll fall, you'llfall, you'll fall,
Look out across the last green acre,
Reach out and call,
But give in to the Wonder-maker,
You’ll fall, you'll fall, you'll fall, you'll fall,
You walk out on loves protection
Prepare to fall
You’re facing a love defection
No walls, no walls, no walls, no walls,
And if you’re looking in the right direction,
I’ll break your fall,
But beware of the past connection,
They call, they call, they call, they call…