What is love?
Look towards the mountain when the sun rises,
Look in the rainbow for a new color,
Never stay content with just being a thinker.
What is love?
Ask the goldfinch, the river and the flower,
He has no trails, but he's a wanderer
[He] doesn't need any doors, it's way.
And it's love,
Like everything that's beautiful, has no explanation,
It's a refuge and some dreamer's abode
That, by playing poet, [he] wanted to be a singer.
And it's in the end
That you'll have in your inventory whatever you've grown to love,
Then you'll have no time to start again.
Now is the time,
Try to find it,
Try to find it,
Try to find it.
What is love? (What is love?)
An open window to an illusion (to an illusion)
Look towards the sky with your heart
Without fear of falling.
And it's love,
Like everything that's beautiful, has no explanation,
It's a refuge and some dreamer's abode
That, by playing poet, [he] wanted to be a singer.
And it's in the end
That you'll have in your inventory whatever you've grown to love,
Then you'll have no time to start again.
Now is the time,
Try to find it,
Try to find it,
Try to...
And it's love,
Like everything that's beautiful, has no explanation,
It's a refuge and some dreamer's abode
That, by playing poet, [he] wanted to be a singer.
And it's in the end
That you'll have in your inventory whatever you've grown to love,
Then you'll have no time to start again.
Now is the time,
Try to find it,
Try to find it,
Try to find it.