F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

The room is cold and has been like this for several months If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down Right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down the dressing table And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape:- The same events shuffled in a slightly different order each day Just like a modern shopping centre And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold What...is...this... feeling called love? Why me? Why you? Why here? Why now? It doesn't make no sense. No It's not convenient. No It doesn't fit my plans. No It's something I don't understand. Oh (F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A double L.E.D.L.O.V.E What is this thing that is happening to me?) And as I stand and cross the room I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment And as I touch your shoulder tonight This room has become the centre of the entire universe So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach Like I'm standing on the top of a very high building Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies But this isn't chocolate boxes and roses - it's dirtier than that Like some small animal that only comes out at night And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold. Oh What...is...this... feeling called love? Why me? Why you? Why here? And why now? Oh it doesn't make no sense. No It's not convenient. No It doesn't fit my plans but I got that taste in my mouth again Oh, F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A. double L.E.D.L.O.V.E What is this thing that is happening to me? F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A. double L.E.D.L.O.V.E What is this thing that is happening to me? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah