Who'll take the only hearts they got
And throw them into the fire?
Who'll risk their own self-respect
In the name of desire?
Who'll regret every thing they've done
And who'll get the bill?
Who'll hurt each other all the time
And never give it a though?
Who'll like about where they've been
And hope they never get caught?
Who'll say each other's kisses
No longer thrill?
Lovers will do almost anything
For the thrill that only love can bring
If love is a healer, who'll be the first ones ill?
Who'll never know what they've got
Until it's just about gone?
And whose arms will gather up what's left
To carry on?
And who'll stalk that little bit of love
That hasn't been killed?