his love is a very easy love

his hate is a very awkward hate

and his kiss is a comforting blow

his fight is just a fashionable show

without pain, without sorrow

what's the use in Iiving tomorrow

without anger, without fear

what's the use in living at all

his love is a very easy love

his hate is a delicate rage

when my day meets your day

our worlds collide like runaway trains

without pain, without sorrow

what's the use in living tomorrow

without anger, without fear

what's the use in living at all

his love...

without pain, without sorrow

what's the use in Iiving tomorrow

without anger, without tears

what's the use in feeling the fear

without crime, without greed

there'd be no hope for democracy

without sine, without confession

what's the use in believing at all

his love

his love

his love is very easy love