You ask me: what is love? A complicated spat Love is all that is as well as all that’s not It’s the Sun in the morning as it coming in up While you sipping coffee in your favorite cup It’s the Moon in the evening, it’s the hypnotic break As you lying in bed in the end of the day It’s the rain on the roof, the window and trees The pedals of leash, the thousands of beats It’s the mountain series as high as the sky Rivers that blue, eagles that fly
You ask me: what is love? A complicated biz Love is not a thing and love is all that is It’s the magical feeling of the breeze on at night It’s the smile of the baby when it sees the light It’s the wisdom of birthday excitement of views It’s the piece of the papers that will tell you the truth It’s the intaken breath, a question that asked, We lying some trust, we real on the mask It’s the blue of the sky, the green of the sea It’s the look in your eyes when you’re looking on me
You ask me what is love? You’re wait I tell you so, yes I got it now Ooh love is I don’t know ----------------------------------------------------------------- проигрыш It’s the light of the day and the dark of the night For your opening eyes on the morning first lights Two holding hands on of wild maked bed Music and art, the phone that you had Looking at across such the other high up A friend you can call, that would get you the laugh Kindness, patience, forgive, understand Consider for a strange of confident hand
You ask me: what is love? I cannot tell you so Cause love is who you are and only you can know Yes only you can know