IC XC

I speak in many tongues to many men;
Argue with angels and I always win,
But I don't know the first thing about love.

I prophesy and know all mysteries;
All hidden things are opened up to me
But I don't know the first thing about love

I have the keys to open any door;
I give all of my possessions to the poor,
But I don't know the first thing about love

And moving mountains ain't nothing to me;
I've faith enough to cast them to the sea,
But I don't know the first thing about love

But all other things shall fade away;
While love stands alone and still holds sway
All other things shall fade away;
Into the ground into the grey.

I give my body up unto the flames;
And never once have I denied your name
But I don't know the first thing about love.

It's like walking barefoot across the concrete
is it too hot, or too cold?
it burns regardless.
I don't know when i'll see it again.
that face gleaming
that hair in rythm
What is a metaphor?
It's like a similie
What is a heart?
It's like a metaphor

It's like running barefoot across the grass
is it too rough, or too soft?
you've lost sure-footing regardless
I don't know when i'll see it at all
that face glorious
that birth immaculate
what is love?
it's like life.
what is death?
it's like love.