(b. tilford)

we sit starin, not even carin if we find, there’s nothin to do
later on if we still can’t find it, then babe, we’ll do that too

we make some love and set it free, it will come back to me
it will come back to you, just what we thought it would do

we don’t count the days, we see forever in each one as they go by
you’ re the rainbow of spices in the seasons of my life

all the money’s gone, too bad that love won’t pay the rent, they both come so fast
all we have is each other and all we want is what we have

we make some love and set it free, it will come back to me
it will come back to you, just what we thought it would do
just what we thought it would do, it will come back to you