These Things

These things
 what have they in common
 Hate, love, aren't they the same
 The feelings that I have you for you
 The paradox between the two
 These things
 what they have in common is you
 Day, night, both are the same
 Spinning thru time & space
 Is the universe already full
 Full enough of all the fools
 Do they know all the answers
 To the questions they keep
 Carry out the wish of the old and aged
 Hear what I say
 Can you love me the way I need you to
 Ancient lovers often failed the attitude
 These things
 what have they in common
 Fighting and making love
 Come hold me to feel the answer
 Then silent we'll lay as one
 But they, the world, often only hear
 what they want to hear
 And yet still I give only one answer
 Hold me, dear