The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the love in our eyes
And still they don't believe us?
And after all this time
They don't want to believe us?
And if they don't believe us now
Will they ever believe us?

And when you want to Live
How do you start?
Where do you go?
Who do you need to know?