(La, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la)
(Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta)

There'll be no summer
There'll be no spring
If not for this love of mine
Thornes without flowers
Bars with no drinks
If not for this love of mine
All the lights
All the parties will just fade out
Shut them down

If not for you
I wouldn't sing anymore
(Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta, daba-daba)
If not for you
I couldn't get of this floor
(Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta)
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
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
(Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta, daba-daba)
If not for you
I couldn't get of this floor
(Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta)
If not for you
Hell would be knocking on my door
If not for you

(La, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la)
(Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta)
(Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta)
(La, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la)
(Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta)

If not for you
Hell would be knocking on my door
If not for you

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): David Damiano, Ethan Torchio, Martin Max Sandberg, Rami Yacoub, Savan Harish Kotecha, Sylvester Willy Sivertsen, Thomas Raggi, Victoria De Angelis