our hearts have been to battle
our souls have been to war
we've lost the will to carry on , we don't believe no more
oh why is it that we got it set
that this could never happen to us
how could it be . cause baby here we are
victims of love are broken down unfair
so sad to see the debris
scattered everywhere
victims of love , still cannot believe
our souls have been to war
we've lost the will to carry on , we don't believe no more
oh why is it that we got it set
that this could never happen to us
how could it be . cause baby here we are
victims of love are broken down unfair
so sad to see the debris
scattered everywhere
victims of love , still cannot believe
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends?