I
HE LEFT THE SPLENDOR OF HEAVEN, KNOWING HIS DESTINY.
WAS A LONELY HILL OF GOLGOTHA,
WHERE HE LAID DOWN HIS LIFE FOR ME.
II
EVEN IN DEATH HE REMEMBERED, THE THIEF HANGING THERE BY HIS SIDE
HE SPOKE WITH LOVE AND COMPASSION,
THEN HE TOOK HIM TO PARADISE.
CHORUS
IF THAT ISN'T LOVE, THE OCEAN IS DRY.
THERE'S NO STARS IN THE SKY, AND THE SPARROWS CAN'T FLY.
IF THAT ISN'T LOVE, THEN HEAVENS A MYTH.
THERE'S NO FEELING LIKE DEATH, IF THAT ISN'T LOVE.
(ending)
THE OCEAN IS DRY, THERE'S NO STARS IN THE SKY,
THE SPARROWS CAN'T FLY, IF THAT ISN'T LOVE.