Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, oh, tell me (whoa, whoa),
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, oh, tell me why.
When night falls deep inside me,
my heart always dreams of you.
It speaks your name to me very softly, very softly.
Is it love that wants that?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, oh, tell me (whoa, whoa),
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, oh, tell me why.
When morning arrives, the sun is out
and I say to myself nothing is the same,
then, as a memory, I hear your voice.
Is it love that wants that?
~~~~~
(whoa, whoa)
When you put your hand on my cheek,
when you say tomorrow, it's still us,
that all of life you will be there,
is it love that wants that?
It really is love that wants that.