Someone told me that love will save us,
but how can that be true if love only gave me
a broken heart and a handful of silly dreams?
But how can that be true if love only gave her
a bucket of cliché song lyrics and false hope?
But how can that be true if love only gave us
a dark tunnel in which we can't find our way out?

Someone told me that love will save us,
but instead all I have right now
is a heavy heart and a snapped soul.
But instead all she has right now
is a dance of mistrust, a pool of shame.
But instead all we have right now
is dark stormy day with dead end after dead end.

Someone told me that love will save us,
so where's my saviour, my messiah?

(He's right over there, stupid.)