whatever happens to all those butterflies inside
when you’re running down the street to the arms that open wide
where does love go
where does it fly
we must find ourselves helplessly waiting to say goodbye
remember the days spring was a state of mind
when you’d only touch my hand and i’d leave the world behind
where does love go
why must it die
why must it end this way for you and i
oh darling where does love go
Artist: Freddie Scott
Year: 1964
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 40