Love is still the answer,
so with both hands we take.
It’s not just an illusion,
it’s the Rock that cannot break.
Though we dream it nightly,
it’s the thing we cannot make,
Sometimes we see it slipping,
let’s hold on for heaven’s sake.
Oh the things that happen
when we dream and think at night.
Then by day we banish them,
to fight another fight.
There’s a loving kind of loving love,
but she might never see.
A burning kind of burning love,
that burns inside of me.
Two foolish hearts may beat as one,
upon the raging foamy brine.
Too foolish hearts unite one day,
Oh let it be this heart of mine.
So let this heart be loving God,
no matter what the scene.
Don’t let them tear asunder,
what you made so pure and clean.