April is the cruellest month of all. All that hope breathing itself into everything - Making you think: something's coming! But you lose yourself more than you want to win, And your ship ain't coming in. But one day it will, one day it will, So until, remember: Oh blessèd are those who love and lose it all Oh blessèd are those who give and get nothing back at all Oh blessèd are those who love and lose it all Blessèd are those who love and lose it all And I don't know if there's a God above, If he's watching us. If he's keeping a score while we battle some more, Bargaining for just a few seconds more. Suffer the weak, suffer the little ones - Tell me, what have they done? But I have to believe there's reason to be, Reason to keep holding on. Oh blessèd are those who love and lose it all Oh blessèd are those who give and get nothing back at all Oh blessèd are those who love and lose it all Blessèd are those who love and lose it all Oh blessèd are those who love and lose it all Oh blessèd are those who give and get nothing back at all Oh blessèd are those who love and lose it all Blessèd are those who love and lose it all