One, two, three, four
Is there no love left to make?
I got the look that you gave
And it got me down on my knees
(you said) “close your eyes and you’ll see”
“Its not in the time or the place
Or the in the money you make
You dream of feeling complete
But you don’t even know what you need”
And In the dead of night
When the feeling is right
You're sinking down to your knees
And you're begging for love
And it is in the way that I take
Its in the way that I fake
And I’m too fed-up to see
That you're too sharp for me
Is there love left to make?
Or just a game left to play?
With all the moves we should make
And all the things we shouldn’t say
Yeah I've never hurt with anyone else
The way I hurt with you
Yeah I've never hurt with anyone else
The way I hurt with you
You’ve got the feel of a knife
You cut me up and let me dry
Some people turn in the wind
Others find ways to get in
You always move towards your goal
You fly like an arrow
And I’m seeing signs everywhere
But none too bright or too clear
They’re pointing different ways
Shooting holes in my brain
You offer others your help
But never got the time for yourself
You’re drawing lines in the ground
You want to be lost and found
But it’s in the way that we merge
It’s in the way that we hurt
It’s in the way we’re so mean
And it’s in the way that we love
Yeah I've never loved with anyone else
The way I loved with you
I've never loved with anyone else
The way I loved with you
You’ve got the feel of a knife
You make me feel alright
