- cifra
There'll be no summer
There'll be no spring
If not for this love of mine
Thornes without flowers
Bars with no drinks
If not for this love of mine
All the lights
All the parties will just fade out
Shut them down
If not for you
I wouldn't sing anymore
If not for you
I couldn't get off this floor
If not for you
Hell would be knocking on my door
If not for you
No more Nirvana, no Billie Jean
No dancing if you were gone
How could I wake up?
How could I sleep?
How could I be someone?
All those crowds
All the music would just fade out
Not a sound
If not for you
I wouldn't sing anymore
If not for you
I couldn't get off this floor
If not for you
Hell would be knocking on my door
If not for you
If not for you
Hell would be knocking on my door
If not for you
