Some where in the outsdie is our passion
somewhere deep inside the known truth
Somewhere on the inside were crashing
trying to find love from the telephone booth
love from the telephone booth
Love from the telephone, Love from the telephone booth
Somewhere in a dream we aren't happy
liveing here just don't seem to give
yet if we don't make it snappy
we'll find out that dieing is no way to live
dieing is no way to live,
dieing is no way, dieing is no way to live.
no way to live
Bridge:
someday is a term to be forgotten
today is a word we will forget
yesterday is the same world we live in
and tommorow they make seem like a threat
Tommorow the make seem like a threat,
tommorow they make it seem, make it seem like a threat
Make it seem like a threat
somewhere theres a lover
somerwere a woman shine
yet outside there are all those others
who have felt the pain of love a thousand times
Pain of love a thousand times
Pain of love a thousand times, a thousand times
A thousand times
Passion is not older than star dust
Love is not younger than hate
Passion is not older than star dust
Love is not younger than hate
Passion is not older than star dust
Love is not younger than hate, not younger than hate, not younger than hate