Setenta.

Love is real,
real is love
Love is feeling,
feeling love
Love is wanting
to be loved.

Love is touch,
touch is love
Love is reaching,
reaching love
Love is asking
to be loved.

Love is you,
you and me
Love is knowing
we can be.

Love is free,
free is love
Love is living,
living love
Love is needing
to be loved.

Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.

Home, home and dry,
Like a homing bird I'll fly,
As a bird on wings.

Whatever happens to
the love that we once knew?
Can we really live without each other?

When did we lost the touch
that seemed to mean so much?
It always made me feel so...

Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.

Home, home and dry,
Like a homing bird I'll fly,
As a bird on wings.

Whatever happens to
the love that we once knew?
Always made me feel so free...

Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be,
Free as a bird,
Free as a bird,
Free as a bird.