I know I'm not perfect,
I know I've got issues,
I know that I've got a sordid past,
And, yeah, some bad tattoos.

Maybe it's about the time,
To let all of the love,
Back in the light.
Maybe it's about the perfect place,
To let go and forget,
About the hate.

Love into the light.

I know we're all different,
Baby, that's life,
But all of these differences,
They make me feel alive.

And I've got this question, yeah,
Been burning through my head,
Can't we all get over ourselves,
And just stop talkin' trash?

Maybe it's about the time,
To let all of the love,
Back in the light.
Maybe it's about the perfect place,
To let go and forget,
About the hate.

Love into the light.

All of the trash talk,
Yeah, all the chatter,
Cuts like a knife,
Yeah, kills like a dagger.