Right then, Oliver Twist,
your bed's underneath the counter.
You don't mind sleeping
among coffins I suppose?
It don't much matter whether you do
or you don't cause you can't sleep
nowhere else!
Where is love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree
That I've been dreaming of?
Where is she?
Whom I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever hear the sweet "hello"
That's only meant for me?
Who can say where she may hide?
Must I travel far and wide?
'Til I am beside the someone who
I can mean something to ...
Where...?
Where is love?
Who can say where...she may hide?
Must I travel...far and wide?
'Til I am beside...the someone who
I can mean...something to...
Where?
Where is love?