| You think you've got it in the palm of your hand | |
| Then it slips through your fingers like a grain of sand | |
| You're blood in the water to a hungry shark | |
| It slips in silent then it rips you apart | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh-oh, it's famine or feast, that's the nature of the beast | |
| Screams like an eagle, cries like a dove, oh-oh, | |
| that's the nature of love | |
| Now some will find it on their wedding day | |
| Some will never give their hearts away | |
| It can be so cold you, think you're gonna freeze | |
| Or burn you up like a slow disease | |
| (chorus) - the nature of love | |
| (Solo) | |
| Like blood in the water to a hungry shark | |
| It slips in silent then it rips you apart | |
| (chorus repeats 2x) | |
| That's the nature of love, that's the nature of love, | |
| the nature of love | |
| Screams like an eagle, | |
| cries like a dove, | |
| that's the nature of love... | |
| (to fade) |