Produced By: Richard Russell
We have built a foolish world
Busy fighting, cruelly lying and denying
And kiss the black core of my heart
Making words, making sounds, making songs
Now you can feel my heart spinning
You turn my whole life around
I want to write a new beginning
And give our love another try
Should we just let it be?
They kiss the black core of my heart
Making words making sounds making songs
We ain't nothing without love, without love
We ain't nothing without love, without love