Miss Adler?
Yes, Mr Holmes?
You ask me what I believe
Well, I believe in the things I perceive
A man is a rational being and functions amazingly well
If he uses his five given senses and hearing and touching and hearing and tasting and seeing
And smell
Pray tell?
But love is a snare and illusion and therefore it must be dismissed
For if something's not visible, audible, smell able, taste able, tangible, then I must insist
Love doesn't exist
And until I can hear words of proof, to all the views I'm aloof
Dear Sir, on this delicate subject I have very little to say
And yet, there are difficult subjects I gladly debate half the day
Finding words for spring is no easy thing, still I'm sure I'd find a few
What words would be right to describe the night? Somehow I would find them too
How can one explain love's sweet splendour, the most tender words won't do
You must find love then you'll find that love will explain itself to you
Should you want to pray lazy summer days I could find a phrase or two
But for love mere words, though they're clever, they'll just never, never do
You must fall in love then you'll find that love will explain itself to you
(But if it's not audible)
You must be fall in love (visible, smell able)
Then you'll find that love (taste able, tangible)
Will explain itself (then I must insist) to you
(Love doesn't exist)
