It's not the way that you say it
when you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
when you tell me what we'll be
When you stop and think about it,
you won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
has all been meant for you
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me
could safely lead me through
Between the si lence of the mountains
and the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
and he's waiting there for me
But in the grey of the morning
Between the dead and the sleeping
and the road that I must choose
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
Could safely lead me to the
Why do we never get an answer,
when we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions,
about hate and death and war
Cause when we stop and look around us,
there is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its grief
Why do we never get an answer,
When we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for
Why do we never get an answer
When we're nothing at the top
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war
It's not the way that you say it,
when you do those things to me
It's more the way you really mean it,
when you tell me what we'll be