Even if I spoke the language of men
And spoke the language of Angels
I would not be anything without love
It's just love, it's just love
Which knows what truth is
Love is good, it doesn't wish evil
It is not jealous or vain
Love is a fire that burns without being seen
It's a wound that hurts yet is not felt
It's a discontented contentment
It's a pain that maddens without hurting*
Even if I spoke the language of men
And spoke the language of Angels
I would not be anything without love
It's not wanting more than wanting well
It's walking alone in a crowd
It's never being content with being content
It's believing you win when you lose*
It's wanting to be captive by choice;
It's the winner serving those he defeated;
It's having loyalty towards those who kill us*
So opposite of yourself, it's the same love
I'm awake while everybody is sleeping
Everybody is sleeping, sleeping
Now I can see half of it
But, let's see it face to face
It's just love, it's just love
Which knows what truth is
Even if I spoke the language of men
And spoke the language of Angels
I would not be anything without love