Tell me about love.

I don't wanna know about the evil that men do,
I wanna know about the things we do for love,
don't tell me about the evil that men do,
tell me about the things we do for love,
tell me why love makes you cry,
tell me how love gets you so high.

My body hurts with the things I don't wanna hear,
my eyes moisten with the things I don't wanna see,
people looking for fools gold everywhere,
I just want the honey of a bumble bee,
tell me why love makes you smile,
tell me why love makes it all worthwhile.

Let me taste the joys of spring,
let me fly on golden wings,
tell me why love tastes so sweet,
tell me how love makes your heart beat.

Don't speak of the evil that men do,
speak to me of what love will do,
don't show me the evil that men have done,
show me the light of the morning sun.

I don't wanna shake your scarred hand of brutality,
or look into your eyes of soulless barbarity,
let my hands feel a welcome summer breeze,
let my eyes gaze upon fruit bearing trees,
show me where love makes you feel so real,
show me where love makes you heal.

Don't show me the cracks in cities ready to fall,
don't tell me we are the wrecking ball,
show me the cracks that let in the light,
talk to me about the stars that smile every night,
tell me why love makes you cry,
tell me how love gets you so high.