Suddenly it seems all the words I know,
Won't paint the picture,
How can I explain all the things I feel,
In just one life?
However, I know that,
There must be a word, that will fit this scene like a glove
The more I think about it, the more I know,
The word is love
And if I decline to become involved,
In conversations,
It's not that I don't care how the other half,
Is making out
Well, maybe, tomorrow
I'll try to encourage the eagle to fly with the dove,
But here and now I offer my one excuse,
And the word is love
Well, maybe, tomorrow
I'll try and encourage the eagle to fly with the dove,
But here and now I offer my one excuse,
And the word is love