' else Love is the subject and nothin' else, nothin' else Love is the subject and nothin' else, nothin' else Love is the subject Love is the subject Love is
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
kept a secret for who your real father is But that motherfucker don't know what your favorite color is And he don't know in school what your favorite subject is
ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that
Too small to matter but big enough to cut me I bleed, I bleed I breathe no more Love on my hands Blood on my lips This redemption is forced to resist
