Losing you was like losing an arm, in a war that I've fought since the

day I was born,

While the parliament talks and the mobsters make plans,

I look for the bird, that has flown from my hand, 

Losing sleep in a Tel-Aviv hotel,

I cut holes in the sheets so that no one can tell,

To wear out on the town, a cloak for a ghost,

Who can pass through the walls of the hearts he needs most.

 [bad word] without love,  without love,  without love is not easily done, 

It takes gallons of wine, to quiet the blood,

Yer eyes may get [bad word] but your mind won't shut up enough

To touch her without [bad word] 

Are you strong enough for  without love?

Cutting the wings so I turn with each steps, 

Its been down the same track since the day that you left,

The telephone takes all the [bad word] from your voice,

While your friends draw their swords and scream freedom of choice,

Its been into the breach, its been travel or die, 

The planes that we ride track the sun through the sky,

So the sun never sets, the timezones just change,

You can travel all night and not make up one day,

 [bad word] without love,  without love,  without love is not easily done, 

It takes gallons of wine, to quiet the blood,

Yer eyes may get [bad word] but your mind won't shut up enough

To touch her without [bad word] 

Are you strong enough for  without love?

Losing you was like losing the plot, to a story I wrote an then somehow 

forgot,

Pour the wine from the glass, wipe the smudge from the edge,

The thought from my head an the smell from the bed,

Losing you was like losing an arm, in a war that I've fought since the

day I was born.