Late for Love

Like a sweet gift

From above

Kind of moonlit

And signed with love

Filled with the sweetest

Melt-in-your-mouth thing

You could dream of

People wait

They hesitate

It's getting late...

Do you think that love is sex?

Do you think it's security?

Do you give it with vanity strings?

Or sailing free?

Do you love a child

Or the wild?

A poem? a tree?

Oh, people wait

They hesitate

It's getting late for love

No, don't be late

For love

Love is really you

Many kinds of love

Is very really

It is you

It's not a Hollywood movie

Love is where you are—

Where you are

You could search the mysteries

Of the world

From stars to deep sea pearls—

And you could search

The mysteries of the earth

Through life and death and birth

Just for sweet love

Can you fly it?

Is it made in Japan?

Is it quiet

Or a ten-piece band?

Did I have it all at the start?

If love is a child at heart—

Do I wait?

Hesitate?

Am I late for love?

No, I can't be late

For love

Love is really you

Many kinds of

Love is very

Really, it is you

It's not a Hollywood movie

Love is where you are