In this world of news, I've found nothing new 

I've found nothing pure 

Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth 

Could be fact and form 

That love could be a verb 

Maybe I'm just a little misinformed



As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh 

Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist 

Spinning circles in our skies tonight 

Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles 

Maybe our stars are unanimously tired



Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down 

Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud 

Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes 

All of my world hanging on your love



Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin 

Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart 

Train the monkeys on my back to fight 

Let it start tonight 

When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground 

Falling down like broken satellites



All of my world resting on your love