Beautiful isn't it, doesn't even reach the feet
Of the fairy tale the girl dreamed of
It wasn't for love, it was for convincing
He forced himself to get used to it
Didn't let go
Soft water hit the stone
So hard the stone collapsed
She thought that it was love
He thought it comfortable, he stayed
It wasn't for love
It was on that Sunday, in an empty bed
Longing for the children, for the good morning message
Fear of dying alone, pressure from the family
It was anything but what they call love
There was no request, nor a set date
No do you want to marry me, no kiss on the stairs
In the name of loneliness and need,
It wasn't for love, it was for convenience