I’ve heard this song a million times, but never has it meant to me what it meant today. The most beautiful aspect of language is its hidden depth and meaning. A single word can mean so much, depending on who’s listening.
Well after all that we’ve been through,
Would you still call this love, baby?
Cause love’s the only proof
That the ugly could be beautiful.
God knows I’m feeling spent,
Though I’ve still got my money, honey.
Money’s the revenge,
Of the ugly on the beautiful.
Well the drugs just ain’t enough,
Though I like the way they made us crazy.
But love’s the only drug,
turns the ugly into beautiful.
And I can’t tell you why
I’m still so much afraid of dying,
When dying reconciles
The ugly with the beautiful.
Though we’ve been burnt by it,
Let’s still believe in love.
Cause love’s the greatest gift
Of the ugly to the beautiful.
Thank you, Stephen Coates, for saying what I could not. You’re a genius, and I’m listening.