Wise one, love is not everything
It is not food, it is not water to drink
Love does not mend a bone or fill up a lung
It can not keep the earth revolving the Sun

Should there be a day when all is lost
Would I trade my love?
Oh I think not

Dear one, love is not your north star
It can not pull you from the overturned car
It cannot cure the illness growing inside
But for the hope of love, so many will die

Should there be a day when all is lost
Would I trade my love?
Oh I think not
Should there be a day when all is lost
Would I trade my love?
Oh I think not