Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
Jill Phillips
If truth be told its turning cold in here
The guns are out and some are down I fear
And those who watch don't notice much they like
They shake their heads at home again tonight
Who could find Him in the wars we fight
Who could see Him as we should we're right
But it all will come clear when love is present here
Its black or white but who is right this time
Cause when we hate we separate our kind
When He comes in then we live in our choice
If we don't love we're nothing but a noise
He said they'd know us by our love
He said they'd know us by our love
Who could find Him in a box so square
Who could see Him in an angry glare
But it all will come clear when love is present here