Weapon
Of Love - Annabel Lamb
The
weapon of love is the words that you use
To the
people you love, the ones you abuse
The
weapon of love is an invisible knife
That
cuts to the heart to the love of your life
The
weapon of love
The
weapon of love...
The
weapon of love is a weapon of fate
When
love's sweet desire starts to feed upon hatred
The
weapon of love, an impoverished dream
Love's
labour is lost in a violent screaming
The
weapon of love
The
weapon of love...
To the
victor goes the prize, vacant looks from vacant eyes
We have
paid for what we do
You
don't love me, I don't love you
The
weapon of love
The
weapon of love, it is the price of your greed
When
the things that you wanted become the things that you need
The
weapon of love, it is the price that you pay
When
the hurt gets too big and the love goes away