The room is cold and has been like this 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 of 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 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. And as I stand and cross the room I feel

as if whole life has been leading to this one moment. And as I touch you

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 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. 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 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