book of love

The book of love, that sacred placeWhere we walk tall, or in disgraceWho tills the ground on which we treadWho gives us all our daily breadThe spirit woken from its sleepThe demon stirring from the deepWhose gates at dawn we all must passThe last one first, the first one lastWhose words must be both black and whiteWhose music shall be day and nightThe moon that tells us of the sunWhere voices soar so far aboveThese pages are the book of love
If we were bore just to succeedIf life was meant to be a choiceFor either happiness or greedIf you can't walk, you always runAway from anyone, yes you will
And if we learn to take our timeAs though each moment is a treasureThat's not so hard to findWhen you are free, then suddenlyThere's room for everyone, yes there is
chorous:The book of love, the world of dreamsThose shadows fall upon us allAnd send our weary eyes to sleepBut when you wake, your heart will makeSome room for everyone
Just come to meThere's nothing you should fearJust come to meI'll always be right hereI tell you nowMy heart is where I liveAnd what you ask, is what I'll give
If we were bore just to succeedIf life was meant to be a choiceFor either happiness or greedIf you can't walk, you always runAway from anyone, yes you will
And if we learn to take our timeAs though each moment is a treasureThat's not so hard to findWhen you are free, then suddenlyThere's room for everyone, yes there is
chorous