| 作词 : Dubfire, Morel, Sharam | |
| A child is born on the east side of town | |
| With the world in his hands | |
| His mother, an angel with no food to eat says | |
| "Love is our last stand" | |
| The child, he grows | |
| Spreading hope through the world | |
| With the love in his heart | |
| His words get confused | |
| And he cries as he sees his brothers | |
| Tear themselves apart | |
| She whispers that | |
| "Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it" | |
| "I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright" | |
| The boy has been dead for thousands of years | |
| But we still sing his name | |
| Forgetting his words we watch ourselves die | |
| 'Cause we don't seem the same, remember that | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright |
| zuo ci : Dubfire, Morel, Sharam | |
| A child is born on the east side of town | |
| With the world in his hands | |
| His mother, an angel with no food to eat says | |
| " Love is our last stand" | |
| The child, he grows | |
| Spreading hope through the world | |
| With the love in his heart | |
| His words get confused | |
| And he cries as he sees his brothers | |
| Tear themselves apart | |
| She whispers that | |
| " Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it" | |
| " I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright" | |
| The boy has been dead for thousands of years | |
| But we still sing his name | |
| Forgetting his words we watch ourselves die | |
| ' Cause we don' t seem the same, remember that | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright |
| zuò cí : Dubfire, Morel, Sharam | |
| A child is born on the east side of town | |
| With the world in his hands | |
| His mother, an angel with no food to eat says | |
| " Love is our last stand" | |
| The child, he grows | |
| Spreading hope through the world | |
| With the love in his heart | |
| His words get confused | |
| And he cries as he sees his brothers | |
| Tear themselves apart | |
| She whispers that | |
| " Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it" | |
| " I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright" | |
| The boy has been dead for thousands of years | |
| But we still sing his name | |
| Forgetting his words we watch ourselves die | |
| ' Cause we don' t seem the same, remember that | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha | |
| Is love is the way I see it | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright | |
| I see it | |
| The way that I see it, alright |