You can't manufacture a miracle. The silence was pitiful, that day. And love is getting too cynical , passion's just physical, these days . You analyse everyone you meet but get no sign, loving kind . Every night you admit defeat and cry yourself blind . If you can't wake up in the morning , 'cause your bed lies vacant at night . If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely , can't control it ; try as you might . May you find that love never leave you . May you find it by the end of the day. You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely. Something beautiful will come your way . The DJ said on the radio , 'Life should be stereo, each day' .And the past that cast the unsuitable , instead of some kind of beautiful you just couldn't wait . All your friends think you're satisfied , but they can't see your soul, no, no, no .Forgot the time feeling petrified when they lived alone .