All we have is love All we have is love (na-ah) When shadows and demons are chasin' There's no way that our hearts will be breakin' 'Cause all we have is love (na-ah) They could tear this house down brick by brick But we won't even miss a thing They said

I had this dream where I relished the fray And the screaming filled my head all day It was as though I'd been spit here Settled in, into the pocket Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket Off the coast of France, dear One afternoon, four thousand men died

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything ' he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

I've been living with the Bear In a big house full of blues Going back through the years Hear any record you choose The sun is shining down And the Bear is rolling in the shade Everybody is gonna boogie Blues roll night and day Turn on all of the people

And we are far from home, but we're so happy Far from home, all alone, but we're so happy We came here on his back And we caught your eye The salty ocean wind Made the seagulls cry The rocking of his house Had me holding on But I knew that I was safe

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity

I call it house work 'Cause it's life work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work Would you come along And to leave I'm working Every weekend