So many simple things that I don't understand
Like how the ocean waves are always reaching for the sand
The wind is poetry, it's such a mystery
How does it have a quiet way of moving every leaf?

It's all subliminal, it's all invisible
It's nothing logical, it's like it should be fictional
If it has to be that you have to see
To believe

Then I knew nothing's out of the blue
When I met you, it was proof
Of what can happen
Anything, anything, and I mean anything

Oh-oh (oh), love
Oh-oh (oh), love
Oh-oh (oh), love
Oh-oh (oh), love

So many simple things that I don't understand
Like how a bird can know the sky, and still it wants to land
Ain't it funny though, how I always know
That if I water all the flowers, then they're sure to grow?

It's unpredictable, it's all a miracle
It's when the spiritual undresses for the physical
If it has to be that you have to see
To believe

Then I knew nothing's out of the blue
When I met you, it was proof
Of what can happen
Anything, anything, and I mean anything

Oh-oh (oh), love
Oh-oh (oh), love
Oh-oh (oh), love
Oh-oh (oh), love