Jazz Waltz No. 3 In B-Flat

This is what’s become of our lives, no longer want to live in the sunshine.
Our days are turning into nights.
Though we still have plenty of time, we will waste it all on covering up these
lies.
Could this be a love song?
Could this be love?
This could be a love song.
This could just be love.
Be love.
BELOVE.
Sunshine, this ain’t love.