About Love You don’t lay down anything for me, you don’t lay down any time. So how would I know if I crossed the line? And if I talked about James Dean’s car to the wind about how there’s girls in your hair and everywhere, about how the smoke decides where the fire ends; If I talked about patience now and then and when to say “when...” you would see me again because I would not talk about love. It was in the heat that I loved the man, but I woke up in Amsterdam. (We had to wait until I knew the rules, I had to want until you said I understood) And if I talked to a static wash phone about when it is that God hates facts about the 100 ways to be alone; if I talked about how to know and be known and when to say “no...” you’d put up with my tone because I would not talk about love. It was in the heat that I love the man, but I work down in Amsterdam. Yeah, you'd see me again because I would not talk about love. Eve