Is my love true?
They're not the same, you know.
Love stands on truth's shoulders
And truth without love is dead.
So do I have something to say?
Something i want to say to you?
Because without truth my love doesn't reach.
And right now this is killing you.
Is your truth love?
One's not the other, you know.
Without love truth is buried and dead.
And without truth love's a song in your head
So do you have something to say?
Something you want to say to me?
Because without love your truth is dead.
And right now it's killing me.
So if there's anything left of us.
Some small measure of truth,
a tiny trace of love.
Could we try again?