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Liza Minnelli

If There Was Love

 

If There Was Love

(albüm: Results - 1989)


Men of affairs, women with power
Satellites talking, to clatter our lives
Banks of predictions, policies made
Prophecies broken, violence deranged

And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?

Pollsters and planners, incredibly sad
Indelibly inking, their names across our lives
Individual freedom, intrinsically curbed
Inspiration nil, slavery ten

And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?

I've been working for a long time
Scattering smiles
Must I swallow my pride?

There's a hole in the sky, as distant and vast
As our moral vacuum, and growing as fast

And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?
And if there was love, would that be enough?

They that have power to hurt and will do none
That do not do the thing they most do show
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone
Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense
They are the lords and owners of their faces
Others but stewards of their excellence
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet
Though to itself it only live and die
But if that flower with base infection meet
The basest weed outbraves his dignity
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds

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