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 line

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 and 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