Sixpence None the Richer---I NEED LOVE



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 I don't know what it means

I need love