The way I think I've felt your love before
Oh no
You say it's me that's changed
You say I don't respect you any more
And if you're right it doesn't rain in England
If you're right they don't drink wine in France
If you're right the castle played piano
And Fred Astaire could never really danse.
My eyes are close to tears I can't believe I hear the words you say
Oh no
You tell me there's no point to make it work when we've lost yesterday
Oh no
And if your right then love's a game for children
Just a game of seaside touch and run
And if your right then Shakespeare wrote a long lost play
Called Romeo and something or someone
Don't waste what's left of love... Close and bar the door
There's no need
One time for memories just feel it like you know it felt before
And you'll see
That if I'm right it'll pour with rain in England
If I'm right thhey'll raise a glass in France
And if I'm right your'e wrong and that's just fine by me
Cause that means that our love's still got a chance.
Can't seem to feel your love The way I think I've felt your love before Oh no You say it's me that's changed You say I don't respect you any more And if you're right it doesn't rain in England If you're right they don't drink wine in France If you're right the castle played piano And Fred Astaire could never really danse. My eyes are close to tears I can't believe I hear the words you say Oh no You tell me there's no point to make it work when we've lost yesterday Oh no And if your right then love's a game for children Just a game of seaside touch and run And if your right then Shakespeare wrote a long lost play Called Romeo and something or someone Don't waste what's left of love... Close and bar the door There's no need One time for memories just feel it like you know it felt before And you'll see That if I'm right it'll pour with rain in England If I'm right thhey'll raise a glass in France And if I'm right your'e wrong and that's just fine by me Cause that means that our love's still got a chance. Explain Request ×
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