These are the hands of A tired man,
This is the old man's shroud,
These are the eyes Of the blood crazed tiger…
Staring at the maddening crowd
This is the face of a teenage mother,
This is the child she bears,
This is the soul of Her broken lover,
Searching for the smiles she shared
These are the feet Of the punished pilgrim
And in his book o punished love,
You see his eyes, You see no surprise…
Waiting for a lie that's true.
Everybody hits you With this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
You stop, you look…
You're searching for the meaning
Of love (wasting your life away)
These are the dreams of a sleeping father
and in his long days,
he sees a child… he sees his eyes…
waiting for the price he's paid
these are the tears of a fallen idol,
and in his smile of shattered love
you see his eyes… you see no surprise…
you just see lights then realize
Everybody hits you With this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
You stop, you look…
You're searching for the meaning
Of love (wasting your life away)
(Falseto)
Nobody here with you There's no one here like you
Nobody moves like you
Nobody… touches like you
Everybody hits you With this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
You stop, you look…
You're searching for the meaning
Of love
Everybody hits you With this feeling
Nobody seems to understand
You stop, you look…
You're searching for the meaning
Of love
Everybody hits you With this feeling
Everybody hits you
Everybody knocks you down
You stop, you look…
You're searching for the meaning
You stop, you look
You're searching
Everybody hits you With this feeling
Everybody hits you
Everybody knocks you down
You stop, you look…
You're searching for the meaning
You stop, you look
You're searching for the meaning
Of love
Love