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

The room is cold / and it's 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 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 / It's so cold / Yeah it's so cold / What / is / this / feeling called love? / Why me? / Why you? / Why here? / Why now? / Ow / 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? / Oh / (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 top of a very high building / Oh yeah / All the stuff they tell 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 / What / is / this / feeling called love? / Why me? / Why you? / Why here? / Why now? / Ow / It doesn't make no sense, no / It's not convenient, no / It doesn't fit my plans, but I've got that taste in my mough 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? / Oh yeah / (and the whole world begins to spin and spin outside the window / faster and faster and faster / and this is the only place of focus / the hub upon which everything else revolves) / 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.

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