Love... lies beneath me So discretely we slip into this life Love... don't come too quickly Sometimes the missing is all you need to find Each time you think it may be the last time Hoping you found the Golden Key At night you drift off and wonder, "Can it be?" Love... the equation Without reason, logic or design Love... the perfection Of your reflection in your Mother's eyes Each time you think it may be the last time Hoping you found the Golden Key At night you drift off and wonder, "Is it me?" Love is like a warm wind That comes a-waltzin' Perfect ¾ time