"That thing that is called soul, they say it never dies, but lives always, and goes on searching always and forever."
Vincent Van Gogh



Love was put up against the wall,
we all saw it fall,
riddled through and through,
but we still could hear the call,
'cause there's no denying...

Love was gunned down quick,
buried down deep,
the dirt piled on,
but still it lingered on,
'cause there there's no denying...

Well we sent it away,
so that we could play,
our games of power and greed,
but when the towers collapsed
it all came back:
Covered in scum,
dripping in slime,
beating a drum,
and offering us wine,
'cause there's no denying...

Well our strings were broken and our fingers frayed,
our music so poor we didn't dare to play,
but we had to give something or it would soon be gone
so we swallowed our pride and we cursed out a song
'cause there's no denying...

... Well we were born, and then we're dying.
Tried to speak the truth and ended up lying.
Tried to walk straight but ended up straying.
Tried to walk away but ended up staying.
Well we'd be satisfied but there's this endless aching,
we'd seal our souls but our hearts keep breaking.
Well this home ain't home, and this alone keeps craving.
Time out of mind, down through the mine of time,
love struggles on rising up out of dying,
'cause there's no denying, no denying, no denying ...

Well it's closer than your lover when you plunge all the way in.
Closer than your deepest secret, your darkest sin.
Closer than your brother, your father, your mother,
closer than your dreams when you're sleeping
When all your hope is gone it's still there asking to be asked,
dig deeper, dig on, it'll let you in, it'll let you in, it'll let you in ...

It's in your breath, in your breathing,
In your heart you can hear it beating,
No denying. No denying.