Tác giả : Sixpence None the Richer
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
I left my conscience like a crying child 
Locked the door behind me put the pain on file 
Broken like a window i see my blindness now 
 
I need love 
Not some sentimental prison 
I need god 
Not the political church 
I need fire 
To melt the frozen sea inside me 
I need love 
 
Driving into town tired and depressed 
Like a flare the streetlight bursts into an s.o.s. 
Peace comes to my rescue and i don't know what it means 
I need love