Standard (EADGBE)

  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 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 it's so cold.

( | follow the pattern | )

What

is

this

 feeling called love?

 Why me?

 Why you?

 Why here?

 And why now? Ooh.

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.

. . . L. I. N. .

(And as I stand and cross the room}

. . double L. . .

(I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment}

L. O. V. E.

 Oh, what is this thing that is happening to me?

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.

And it's so cold.

Yeah it's so cold.

What

is

this

feeling called love?

Why me?

Why you?

Why here?

And why now? Ooh.

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 mouth again, oh.

F. F. F. L. I. N. G.

C. A. double L. E. D.

L. O. V. E.

(Oh yeah!)

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

Oh, what is this thing that is happening to me?

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah!