This world could end in eight months time. It's in a bloody mess
Your cooking, no one beats it, it's the best
Fear spreading like a plague. More terror is on the cards
Just holding your hand, it warms my heart

I hear of bodies ripped by rabid crowds
My ears tingle when you say out loud

This planet we are on has gone to pot it's true
But who cares? Well me I care for you
Our love, for our love
I'm thinking of this, and thinking of that
Do you think it's okay?

Bomb blows up a little town. Kids raped and sold for food
There's nothing that beats seeing you in the nude
It's lies and it's a front. Where is freedom? Where is choice?
The sweet soft sound that is your voice

There's no apparent way to get out
I get a frisson when I hear you shout

This planet we are on has gone to pot it's true
But who cares? Well me I care for you
Our love, for our love
I'm thinking of this, and thinking of that
Do you think it's okay?
So Bullies and Show-offs, Loudspeakers, Readers, Teachers too
All trying to understand.
Understand I only think of you

Our Love For Our Love