The Book Of Love, That Sacred Place 
Where We Walk Tall, Or In Disgrace 
Who Tills The Ground On Which We Tread 
Who Gives Us All Our Daily Bread 
The Spirit Woken From Its Sleep 
The Demon Stirring From The Deep 
Whose Gates At Dawn We All Must Pass 
The Last One First, The First One Last 
Whose Words Must Be Both Black and White 
Whose Music Shall Be Day and Night 
The Moon That Tells Us Of The Sun 
Where Voices Soar So Far Above 
These Pages Are The Book Of Love 

If We Were Born Just To Succeed 
If Life Was Meant To Be A Choice 
For Either Happiness of Greed 
If You Can't Walk, You Always Run 
Away From Anyone, Yes You Will 

But If We Learn To Take Our Time 
As Though Each Moment Is A Treasure 
That's Not So Hard To Find 
When You Are Free, Then Suddenly 
There's Room For Everyone, Yes There Is 

The Book Of Love, The World Of Dreams 
Those Shadows Fall Upon Us All 
And Send Our Weary Eyes To Sleep 
But When You Wake, Your Heart Will Make 
Some Room for Everyone 

Just Come To Me 
There's Nothing You Should Fear 
Just Come To Me 
I'll Always Be Right Here 
I Tell You Now 
Your Heart Is Where I Live 
And What You Ask, Is What I'll Give 

If We Were Born Just to Succeed 
If Life Was Meant To Be A Choice 
For Either Happiness or Greed 
If You Can't Walk, You Always Run 
Away From Anyone, Yes You Will 

But If We Learn To Take Our Time 
As Though Each Moment Is A Treasure 
That's Not So Hard To Find 
When You Are Free, Then Suddenly 
There's Room For Everyone, Yes There Is 

The Book Of Love, The World of Dreams 
Those Shadows Fall Upon Us All 
And Send Our Weary Eyes To Sleep 
But When You Wake, Your Heart Will Make 
Some Room For Everyone