What makes gold look like rust
What turns diamonds into dust
Like oxygen to you and me
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
What hurts but feels so fine
It runs so deep in you and me
From a fountain to a river
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
There must be enough love
There must be enough love