Two Wooden Beams

What is love?

What is His name?

Who is His Son?

Is He okay?

Or was it all

A part of His plans?

The thorns on His brow

The nails in His hands

I'm not perfect, and purchased by blood

I gave Him nothing, and He gave it all

All the words in the world aren't enough

'Cause I can't define, can't deny Your

Love, it bleeds

It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree

All for me

Love is the bloodstains on two wooden beams

Where is love?

Where did it go?

Lately, it seems like nobody knows

In a world where money's the game

We traded true love

For pocket change

I'm not perfect, and purchased by blood

I gave Him nothing, and He gave it all

All the words in the world aren't enough

'Cause I can't define, can't deny Your

Love, it bleeds

It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree

All for me

Love is the bloodstains on two wooden beams

Lord knows I've tried

But I can't describe

No, I can't define, can't deny, oh

Love, it bleeds

It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree

All for me

Love is the bloodstains on two wooden beams

Love, it bleeds

It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree

All for me

Love is the bloodstains on two wooden beams

Love is the bloodstains on two wooden beams

On two wooden beams