Sitting in my front room On a rainy afternoon My mind turns to think of you And how I might see you soon Then I get myself a glass of milk And a colour magazine I flick through it slowly But the pages are unseen And I think Who knows what love is? I wonder if you do Who could tell me what love is? I wish it could be you I wish it could be you Sitting in my front room As the sun is going down I'm wishing I had someone Who could maybe come around Oh but, all I do is watch TV A program I want to But I never see it 'Cause I'm thinking about you And I think Who knows what love is? I wonder if you do Who could tell me what love is? I wish it could be you I wish it could be you Who knows what love is? I wonder if you do Who could tell me what love is? I wish it could be you I wish it could be you Who knows Who knows Who knows Who knows