There is more to love,
so much more,
than simply making love --
that's easy.
Gazing into eyes,
pretty eyes,
which could be any eyes --
that's crazy.

hands are just hands,
a face is just a face ...
they come and go --
they're easy to replace ...

there is more to love,
so much more,
than moon-struck escapades --
that's nothing.

there is peace of mind,
so much peace,
in quiet company --
that's something.

everyone but him
seems wrong for me ...
every time i feel
there has to be
more ...

if i could hear
the music i heard then,
i'd never let
it fade away again ...

there is more to love,
so much more,
than simply making love --
that's easy.

gazing into eyes,
pretty eyes,
which could be any eyes --
that's crazy.

now each time
love reaches out to me,
i can only feel
there has to be
so much more
to love ...