| Woman with child, man with gun We do our best to overcome Nothing worth having is had for free This is the way it has to be All alone in a darkened home Walls of plywood, floors of stone I’d give my memories to have you with me But this is the way it has to be Love as blessing, love as crime Feel it different almost every time will anything matter in our history? This is the way it has to be .cf. |
| the way it has to be |