Sarah Brightman - 《Encore》
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
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
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If I could hear
The music I heard then
I@d never let
It fade away again
Than simply making love --
Which could be any eyes --
Now each time
Love reaches out to me
I can only feel
To love