Perhaps Love

Perhaps love is like a resting place,
a shelter from the storms,
It exists to give you confort,
It is there to keep you warm,
And in those times of trouble,
where you are most alone,
the memory of love will bring you home.

Perhaps love is like a window,
perhaps an open door,
it invite you to come closer,
It wants to show you more.
And even if you lose yourself,
and don't know what to do,
the memory of love will see you through.

Oh love to some is like a cloud,
to come as strong as steel.
For some a way of living,
for some a way to feel.
And some say love is holding on
and some say letting go
And some say love is everything,
some say they don't know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean,
full of conflict, full of pains.
Like a fire when it's cold outside,
thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever,
and all my dreams come true,
my memories of love will be of you.

And some say love is holding on,
and some say letting go.
And some say love is everything,
some say they don't know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean,
full of conflict, full of pains.
Like a fire when it's cold outside,
thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever,
and all my dreams come true,
my memories of love will be of you.
my memories of love will be of you.

Perhaps Love

Perhaps love is like a resting place,
a shelter from the storms,
It exists to give you confort,
It is there to keep you warm,
And in those times of trouble,
where you are most alone,
the memory of love will bring you home.

Perhaps love is like a window,
perhaps an open door,
it invite you to come closer,
It wants to show you more.
And even if you lose yourself,
and don't know what to do,
the memory of love will see you through.

Oh love to some is like a cloud,
to come as strong as steel.
For some a way of living,
for some a way to feel.
And some say love is holding on
and some say letting go
And some say love is everything,
some say they don't know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean,
full of conflict, full of pains.
Like a fire when it's cold outside,
thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever,
and all my dreams come true,
my memories of love will be of you.

And some say love is holding on,
and some say letting go.
And some say love is everything,
some say they don't know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean,
full of conflict, full of pains.
Like a fire when it's cold outside,
thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever,
and all my dreams come true,
my memories of love will be of you.
my memories of love will be of you.