| when i was twelve, i thought i was going to hell because i didn’t understand
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| the things the church would tell me.
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| and i thought it was a joke, the way the pastor spoke when he said 10% belong
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| to the holy god.
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| all i ever wanted, was something called the truth.
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| so then i started watching something called the news.
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| my young mind gave into the times and blinded eyes of the divide threw me there.
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| without a care.
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| it shifted my entire veiw i was clueless about what to do believe.
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| till someone said to me, «believe, believe in something.
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| i’m begging please, believe in something.
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| and if it’s one thing, let it be love.» |
| let it be love, let it be love,
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| let it be love.
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| now i, i’m tired of being tired all the time.
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| i’ve been stressing and searching for something i just can’t find.
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| convincing myself that there’s an answer to life.
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| but more than anything i’m just tired of being lied to.
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| and i’ve tried to see the way you see, or believe in what you believe.
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| but the truth is a fact, while faith is a concept.
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| and i’m still being taught, somewhere in my concsience.
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| believe, believe in something.
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| i’m begging please, believe in something.
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| and if it’s one thing, let it be love.
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| let it be love, let it be love, let it be love. |