(Let's get out of our chairs,
We can move our feet and clap our hands.)
Whoa, I can preach at you 'til I'm blue in the face, judge you to death and put you in your place,
I can feed your body, yeah, share the wealth, and still lose my soul to the fires of Hell.
Whoa, lovespeak.
You can speak it with blood, speak it with sweat,
Not so easily done, much more easily said,
Spoken by the living, spoken by the dead,
Got to speak it with your heart, as well as your head.
Whoa, lovespeak.
Love don't care if you slander it's name; it'll burn at the stake and bless the flame,
Rises from the ashes again and again, and keeps coming back for more of the same.
Whoa, lovespeak.
Oh, lovespeak,
Lovespeak, love,
Lovespeak,
Lovespeak, love,
Come on, speak love,
Speak, speak love,
Lovespeak,
Lovespeak,
Whoa, lovespeak,
Whoa, lovespeak.
