Runaway Trains

(green/lincoln)
 His love is a very easy love
 His hate is a very awkward hate
 And his kiss is a comforting blow
 His fight is just a fashionable show
 Without pain, without sorrow
 What's the use in iiving tomorrow
 Without anger, without fear
 What's the use in living at all
 His love is a very easy love
 His hate is a delicate rage
 When my day meets your day
 Our worlds collide like runaway trains
 Without pain, without sorrow
 What's the use in living tomorrow
 Without anger, without fear
 What's the use in living at all
 His love...
 Without pain, without sorrow
 What's the use in iiving tomorrow
 Without anger, without tears
 What's the use in feeling the fear
 Without crime, without greed
 There'd be no hope for democracy
 Without sine, without confession
 What's the use in believing at all
 His love? br> his love? br> his love is very easy love