Speak of Love

When they speak of love The lions that are left Will it be of treasure found Or taken by theft Like a Picasso Something priceless A piece there's only one of When they speak of love When they speak of love To the light of day We crawl out from the night A baby's fragile first steps After holding so tight Were we dreaming Of the future Will it ever be enough When they speak of love When they speak of love When they speak of love Pouring over the centuries Reading ancient accounts Finding bones of memories Resurrected In museums They'll wonder how the world once was When they speak of love When they speak of love When they speak of love When they speak of love