What is love?
What is His name?
Who is His son?
Is He okay?
Or was it all
A part of His plans?
The thorns on His brow
The nails in his hands
I'm not perfect and purchased by blood
I gave Him nothing and He gave it all
All the words in the world aren't enough
Cause I can't define, can't deny Your
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Where is love?
Where did it go?
Lately it seems like nobody knows
In a world where money's the game
We traded true love
For pocket change
I'm not perfect and purchased by blood
I gave Him nothing and He gave it all
All the words in the world aren't enough
Cause I can't define, can't deny Your
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Lord knows I've tried
But I can't describe
No I can't define, can't deny, oh
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
On two wooden beams
