Moon dripped whispers steal my breath,
Night-rain falls like silver pearls,
Desire knows my name, she conspires with angels.

My eyes blink, bright as Christmas lights that shine on Murphy Road,
Like stars that hang from violins, the wind sings song to fools.

Love, let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love.

Lipstick-red sun stains my soul,
Strangers stop and stare,
Sinners, lovers, thieves and maids thirst for the same cup.

Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love.

It all looks different from here,
I was under a stone for years,
It all looks different from here,
I'm boxing my sorrows to go.

Although I may speak with the tongues of men, and of angels, if I have not love I am a noisy, banging, clanging gong.

Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love.