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