Sun arise, new day is born.
All lives in a vain pursuit,
Living out the sacred vow.

Would you say that love,
Is worth striving for?

Given stations they're allowed to say the part,
How life is a vain pursuit,
How silly and insane of us.

Would you say that love,
Is worth living for?
Would you say that love,
Is worth killing for?

Then change, change your minds.
Each time...

Jesus loves the very low and stray little ones.
And they're changing their ways,
To veil up and silence a few that arise,
Each time...

Would you say that love,
Is worth striving for?

Chiseled watch hands around a seat of fire.
And sounds of religion drown our loud "sauvez-nous!"

Would you say that love,
Is worth striving for?
Would you say that love,
Is worth killing for?

Given signs of new lives, of new that arise.
And they're changing our minds to save a love that ran through us.
And leave it alone. I say I don't need that metal house.
When they're leaving I'll say "after, bleed your sons of l'amorance."