How do you start ? Where do you go ? Who do you need to know ?

The boy with the thorn in his side 

Behind the hatred there lies 

A murderous desire for love 

How can they look into my eyes 

And still they don't believe me ? 

How can they hear me say those words 

Still they don't believe me ? 

And if they don't believe me now 

Will they ever believe me ? 

And if they don't believe me now 

Will they ever, they ever, believe me ? 

Oh ... 

The boy with the thorn in his side 

Behind the hatred there lies 

A plundering desire for love 

How can they see the Love in our eyes 

And still they don't believe us ? 

And after all this time 

They don't want to believe us 

And if they don't believe us now 

Will they ever believe us ? 

And when you want to Live 

How do you start ? 

Where do you go ? 

Who do you need to know ? 

Oh ... 

Oh no ...

Oh ... 

Laa ...