Speak of Love

When they speak of love
The lions that are left
Will it be of treasure found
Or taken by theft
Like a Picasso
Something priceless
A piece there's only one of
When they speak of love
When they speak of love

To the light of day
We crawl out from the night
A baby's fragile first steps
After holding so tight
Were we dreaming
Of the future
Will it ever be enough
When they speak of love
When they speak of love

When they speak of love
Pouring over the centuries
Reading ancient accounts
Finding bones of memories
Resurrected
In museums
They'll wonder how the world once was
When they speak of love
When they speak of love
When they speak of love
When they speak of love



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Burlingame, Kathrin Shorr
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