{[Incomprehensible]}      Men of affairs   Women with power   Satellites talking   To clatter our lives      Banks of predictions   Policies made   Prophecies broken   Violence deranged   (D-d-deranged, deranged)      And if there was love   Would that be enough?   And if there was love   Would that be enough?      Pollsters and planners   Incredibly sad   Indelibly inking   Their names across our lives   (Our lives, our lives)      Individual freedom   Intrinsically curbed   Inspiration nil   Slavery ten      And if there was love   Would that be enough?   And if there was love   Would that be enough?      And if there was love   Would that be enough?   And if there was love   Would that be enough?      I've been working for a long time   Scattering smiles   Must I swallow my pride?      There's a hole in the sky   As distant and vast   As our moral vacuum   And growing as fast      And if there was love   Would that be enough?   And if there was love   Would that be enough?      And if there was love   Would that be enough?   And if there was love   Would that be enough?      {[Incomprehensible]}      They that have power to hurt and will do none   That do not do the thing they most do show   Who, moving others, are themselves as stone   Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow   They rightly do inherit heaven's graces   And husband's natures riches from expense   They are the lords and owners of their faces   Others but stewards of their excellence   The summer's flower is to the summer sweet   Though to itself it only live and die   But if that flower with base infection meet   The barest weed out braves his dignity   For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds   Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds