Where is love
Its got its legs wide open
On its knees
All with divinity
A proud whore
That no one knows her name
What is love
A charity to fucking shame
And for the life of me I can't remember what she said
I die, I die
And for the time being I'll listen to what's in her head
I die, I die
And for her grace
Her loveliness
I die, I die.