The boy with the thorn in his side

behind the hatred there lies

a murderous desire for love



How can they look into my eyes

and still they don't believe me

how can they hear me say those words

and still they don't believe me

and if they don't believe me now

will they ever believe me?

and if they don't believe me now

will they ever believe me?



The boy with the thorn in his side

behind the hatred there lies

a plundering desire for love



How can they see the love in our eyes

and still they don't believe us

and after all this time

they don't want to believe us

and if they don't believe us now

will they ever believe us?

and when you want to live

how do you start?

where do you go?

who do you know