I put my silver star shoes on
And I fly, fly away
There must be fifty people here
Why do I feel like you're serenading me
You took my hand
And suddenly we're Gala and Dali
Contemplating Persistance of memory
Love is everything
Love is anything you want it to be
It's all that we know
Love is everywhere
Hear it on the radio
Love is everything
You write sonnets on the sun
Every word is a dandelion day
I kiss you anytime I want
I make you crystal bouquets, love letter parfait
You took my hand we're sitting in Monet's viola snow
Your love is a butterfly under my fedora
Love is everything
Love is anything you want it to be