Words, words, it's all just words
Philosophy and theories, it's all just words
Dry bones that have no flesh, that have no life
It's all just words, dead words
The more we know the more we don't know
The more we understand, the more we need to know
Words, words, it's all just word
Some religious religion, some desiccated doctrine
Some pointless argument, some empty love
It's all just words, dead words
Where is the Love, where is the Life
Where is the mystery, the wonder
Where is Beauty
Where is that silence, the silence which is a reaction to mankind being in awe
Love breathes that the words that I speak to you are spirit, and they are life.
