How do you know?
How do you define love?
It’s so hard to say, easier to dream of.
How it feels and why it starts
Different things to different hearts.
All that I know is ever since I met you
Something inside won’t let me forget you
If you ask me what loves about
I think I’ve got it figured out
When the phone rings and I hope that it’s you
When the day ends and you’ll be home soon
I catch myself smiling
When the headlights sweep the living room wall
And my heart flys like a leaf in the fall
The poets may disagree
But baby that’s love to me
I don’t need to hear a choir of angels singing
So many signs and all of them
Keep bringing you to me in every thought
Little things that mean a lot
When the phone rings and I hope that it’s you
When the day ends and you’ll be home soon
I catch myself smiling
Oh when the headlights sweep the living room wall
And my heart flys like a leaf in the fall
The poets may disagree
But baby that’s love
Oh when the mail comes and I see your name
When the sun sets oh it’s hard to explain
But I catch myself smiling
Oh when the headlights sweep the living room wall
And my heart flys like a leaf in the fall
The poets may disagree,
But baby that’s love to me.
