It's a blessing to do and the love that we live for
But it's the grind of the soul when the powers at be
Compare you to numbers and figures and paint by the image they see
And not the soul in the words or the sounds in their ears
And they'll beat you over and over and over
But we hang on for dear life, my friends
We hang on for dear passion
We hang on for dear love and your love
And dear love and your love and your love
