Ooh, oh

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 blood stains on two wooden beams

Where is love? Where did it go?

Lately, it seems nobody knows

In a world where money's the game

We traded true love for pocket change

I'm not perfect that 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 blood stains 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 blood stains 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 blood stains on two wooden beams

Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams

On two wooden beams