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?