Pet Shop Boys :: :: If there was love




  
   Men of affairs, women with power
  Satellites talking, to clatter our lives
  Banks of predictions, policies made
  Prophecies broken, violence deranged (deranged, deranged)
  
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  
  Pollsters and planners, incredibly sad
  indelibly inking, their names across our lives
  Individual freedom, intrinsically curbed
  Inspiration nil, slavery ten
  
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  
  I've been working for a long time
  Scattering smiles
  Must I swallow my pride?
  
  There's a hole in the sky, as distant and vast
  As our moral vacuum, and growing as fast
  
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  And if there was love, would that be enough?
  
  "They that have power to hurt and will do none,
  That do not do the thing they most do show,
  Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
  Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow;
  They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
  And husband nature's riches from expense;
  They are the lords and owners of their faces,
  Others but stewards of their excellence.
  The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
  Though to itself it only live and die,
  But if that flower with base infection meet,
  The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
  For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
  Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."