Из альбома: Diva
Too many people keep selling their lies
Too many guns shooting hate and greed
Weighing on the conscience of all mankind
What if all your weapons shot love
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed, whoa
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed
You can't resist your hate for the day
Too many guns shooting black and white
Sooner or later someone's got to pay
What if all your weapons shot love
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed, whoa
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed
In the end, I'm envious of its lack of envy itself
In the end, there isn't any color
And it's so beautiful
There's no sides to take, lines to draw, hate to breed
In the end, there's no fear of each other because we're all the same
Why can't it be that way now?
Too many guns
Too many guns
Too many guns, oh no
Too many guns, whoa
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed, whoa
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed, yeah
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed
Love, sweet love
Love at high speed...