Without Love
Cries of a broken man
Crowds of a pleasing band
Voices of the dying
Choices of the buying
Smiles from a stranger
A language hard to understand
When kindness signals danger
and whispers of the lonely
and the sad
CHORUS:
In the sounds of our living
there's one thing that’s clear
Nobody wants to be living
without love
Through all the desperation
and it so easy to hear
Nobody wants to be living
without love
Silent words in passing cars
laughter in upbeat bars
Pointless conversation
Passion for conservation
And laughter of the googlers
uniting in cyberspace
Prayers of the religious
of thanks and forgiveness
and grace
CHORUS
Silence of a rambling mind
often that’s the loudest kind
Frustration of confusion
Praise for the illusion
and the unknown musos
who are going be a stars
Lighting the way
with the words they say
and their guitars
CHORUS
In the sounds of our living
there's one thing that’s clear
Nobody wants to be dying
without love
Through all the desperation
and it so easy to hear
Nobody wants to be dying
without love
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