I dreamt I was bird
flying faraway
I flew to the border in the middle of may

I awoke by your side
and we both knew
the sensations that we felt

had somehow grew

it could be love

it could be love

we ran out into the night

to the forest to fly our kites
you waded through the shallows
of the lake

I dried your feet and
our souls did shake


they call it love
they call it love


despite our encore
we remained in the forest forever more


we call it love
we call it love