There'd be no summer, there'd be no spring.
If not for this love of mine.
Thorns without flowers, bars with no drinks.
If not for this love of mine.
All the lights, all the parties would just fade out.
Shut them down.
If not for you, I wouldn't sing anymore.
If not for you, I couldn't get off this floor.
If not for you, hell would be knocking on my door.
If not for you.
No more Nirvana, no Billie Jean.
No dancing if you were gone.
And how could I wake up? How could I sleep?
How could I be someone?
All those crowds, all the music would just fade out.
Not a sound.
If not for you, I wouldn't sing anymore.
If not for you, I couldn't get off this floor.
If not for you, hell would be knocking on my door.
If not for you.
If not for you, hell would be knocking on my door.
If not for you.
