| Through the stinging of the system | |
| Wandering lonely as a cloud | |
| Talking only in the open | |
| Congregation is even now disallowed | |
| Growing anger in the city | |
| Banner headlines around the world | |
| What has to be done is called reformation | |
| To heal the rift of living apart together | |
| Forgive them, they know not what they do | |
| There's no love lost at all | |
| Save them they rue the day when | |
| They ever got involved | |
| Even so I have a dream | |
| Turning circles in my head | |
| That they're closing down all the no-go areas | |
| Opening one for them both instead | |
| Forgive them, they know not what they do | |
| There's no love lost at all | |
| Save them | |
| God are you waiting open-armed? | |
| All of the problems over the years | |
| I'm sure can be sorted with peaceful solutions | |
| My warm shoulder dries your tears | |
| I want no more heartache | |
| Oh for crying out loud | |
| No point asking if you're leaving | |
| Didn't I make that clear | |
| If we agree to differ | |
| The closer, | |
| I'm certain, we'll always feel | |
| Forgive them they know not what they do | |
| There's no love lost at all | |
| Save them they rue the day when | |
| They ever got involved |