Somewhere past midnight When the moment is just right We ride the streets of desire We take it slow and Always get where were goin Cause where theres smoke theres fire
Theres no denying We dont need to keep trying Lets face the music and dance
Well its all semantic What we never say But what we feel aint goin away, , ,
So I wonder- how could we be feeling More than this Tell me true What it is, cause
Something has to make us feel this way Love by another name Doesnt matter cause its still the same love Wont depend upon the words we say Love by another name Something happens when were making love
Si ce nest pas lamour Quest-ce que cest?
If its not love What is it? Were superstitious When every day is like Christmas It should be left undisturbed No promise spoken hearts dont have to get broken More than a four letter word
If were just pretending We can write a new ending If we dont like where it leads
Well its new romantic Action over words The sweetest nothings that Ive heard
I cant tell you everything Im feeling More than this Do you know What it is, cause
I know that I cant describe What Im feeling inside Maybe Ill learn I guess I live with the fear This could all disappear If I try to put it in words
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