If hearts could tell all, they'd have to speak in whispers
And if truth could still shout, there'd be few willing listeners
True love is hard to find
Diluted in the daily grind
We pursue love, but true love
Is hard to find
The critical eye sees ugliness wherever it happens to roam
But merit, it must throw no accusing stones
True love is hard to find
Diluted in the daily grind
We pursue love, but true love
Is hard to find
Well, in each soul a true heart is beating
But the latency of such decency is fleeting
True love is hard to find
Diluted in the daily grind
We pursue love, but true love
Is hard to find