What Is Love

art-rock, trip-hop, neo-soul Lyrics [Intro] I asked the moon, but the moon just changed. I asked the tide, it pulled away. I asked the mirror, it gave me my face— but nothing underneath. [Verse 1] Is it the hand that stays when the room goes cold? Is it believing a lie because the truth got old? Is it the scar we keep from a beautiful mistake? The promise that we mean until the promise breaks? Maybe it’s chemical, electrical, something the body does. Maybe we’re only giving a sacred name to blood. [Pre-Chorus] But then you look at me like you know something I don’t. And every answer I rehearsed disappears inside my throat. [Chorus] What is love? Is it gravity with nowhere else to fall? Is it choosing one voice when you could hear them all? Is it holding on? Is it letting go? Is it knowing when you’ll never know? If love is just a word, why does it hurt this much? Tell me— What is love? [Verse 2] I saw two strangers sharing coffee at dawn, saying almost nothing like nothing was wrong. I saw a mother counting breaths beside a bed. She whispered, Take mine instead. I saw an old man touch the photograph of someone twenty years gone. He smiled for half a second— then carried on. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe love isn’t fire. Maybe fire burns too fast. Maybe love is what remains when everything else has passed. [Chorus] What is love? Is it gravity with nowhere else to fall? Is it choosing one voice when you could hear them all? Is it holding on? Is it letting go? Is it knowing when you’ll never know? If love is just a word, why does it hurt this much? Tell me— What is love? [Breakdown] We measure distance in miles. Time in seconds. Weight in pounds. Light in wavelengths. But love— What unit measures love? Maybe what you’re willing to lose. No. Maybe what you’re willing to give. [Bridge] If I forget your name, but remember your touch— Is that love? If I lose my way and you still come looking— Is that love? If the stars burn out, if the oceans rise, if we’re nothing but dust in somebody else’s sky— Would I still find you? Would you still find me? Would that be enough? [Final Chorus] What is love? Maybe gravity was never it at all. Maybe love is reaching when there’s nothing there to hold. Maybe holding on. Maybe letting go. Maybe saying yes when you already know— everything we touch will someday turn to dust. And still— we touch. What is love? What is love? What is love? I asked the moon. I asked the tide. I asked the mirror. Then you walked in— and I forgot the question.