In this world of news, I've found nothing new   I've found nothing pure   Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth   Could be fact and form   That love could be a verb   Maybe I'm just a little misinformed    As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh   Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist   Spinning circles in our skies tonight   Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles   Maybe our stars are unanimously tired    Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down   Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud   Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes   All of my world hanging on your love    Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin   Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart   Train the monkeys on my back to fight   Let it start tonight   When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground   Falling down like broken satellites    All of my world resting on your love