Scarce (Chris Jonat)     Love is a strange apparatus, a game   With rules that drift like the snow   You want to be heard, hell you want to be served   But you can't figure which way to go   Cause in love or not there's some things you forgot   Like love wasn't built in a day   Or a month or a year, yeah if love is here   It just happened by this way     Look up, look down   Love's been here before and it's coming back round   Back up, crouch down   Gotta make yourself scarce if you want to be found     I know what it means, why you need to be seen   I know that there's pride on the line   But you can't always take, always be on the make   Relax and you'll be doing fine     Now I do give thanks as I walk the plank   Preparing to give up what's mine   And strange as it seems to a man of my miens   Turns out I'm the loving kind   So thanks for the grief and of course for relief   Thank you for making me fall   From the ground I can see they weren't lying to me   When they promised that love conquers all