When the road lifts off the ground
And the sky comes tumbling down
As time moves past the vines, the grass
Will find the cracks in the concrete
What will last
What will last
I know plenty must pass
Tell me, what can we have?
But if the answer isn't love
Then forget that I asked
What will last
What will last
I know plenty must pass
Tell me, what can we have?
But if the answer isn't love
Then forget that I asked
What will grow
What will grow
When there's nothing to show
Must be something that grows
And if the answer isn't love
Then I don't want to know
And if the answer isn't love
Then I don't want to know
If the answer isn't love
