Fingers press the keys for interface The printer taps the words across the page We have gotten men upon the moon And babies from a spoon In this high tech finely tuned computer age
Chorus: But we've got no system No system for love We've got no system No system for love
There's this vast land of resources That won't apply to rules We've got these prehistoric tools... These hearts inside of us But we've got no system for love
Satellites twist pictures home to earth And high-rise office files store paperwork We've got the airwaves in control And wires strung pole-to-pole We've got a record of each soul from date of birth
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There are temples and steeples And billions of people And so much potential We haven't even touched 'cause we've got no system No system for love