It's part of the attraction, you wanna be destroyed
I'm the spirit on the water, you are the farmer's boy
When I heard your voice at first I was annoyed
You woke me

From the beginning of time you had so little grace
After a while not a freckle on your face
I was looking for a rhyme in time and space
And you broke me

You were walking around naked with your pants not on
At the gates of Eden with no sins to pardon
It was Adam not Eve that threw God out of the garden
You roped me

Lets not get too clever with this stuff
Why are you ready to give up?

To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love

When you're climbing from the wreckage of a burnt out star
Any old neon looks like the Carlton bar
Asked where was I going, I answered how far you wanna go?

American male
Interior night
The cigarette smoker's going to find his light
If you repeat it often enough the wrong looks right
But deep down you know
The smooth will make excuses for the rough
You know it shouldn’t be this tough.

To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love

Tell the oceans
Tell the sun
Tell the weatherman
Tell everyone

All the mighty junkies are running out of veins
If you are one of them yourself you've got no one else to blame
You don't need anymore than you had except the shame of feeling torn

Between the hungry and the greedy
The honey and the needy
If you wanted you could see me
When to free me
Slaves have grown accustomed to the weight of your chains
And your head shorn

Your eyes will find the silence
Inside the hurricane
You know you must do something other than complain

Break from all the rookies and not fall into pain
Maybe you are being born
Out of the ash of the dust
The clever learn who not to trust
the genius of belief is that we must
Take a chance or time's on us

To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love Love-ove
To find love Love-ove-ove
To find love Love-ove
To find love