Sense

(álbum: Sense - 1992)

I'm flying high on something beautiful and aimless
It's got a name but I prefer to call it nameless
It comes and goes and leaves me on a bed of splinters
Feels like I'm living in a town closed down for winter

The taste of love
The more you get
The more you want
And all because
The only reason is just because
It all makes sense
When you're near
It all makes sense

I'm standing high on tiptoes looking over fences
Waiting for somebody like you to kiss me senseless
I've had a bellyfull of faces drawn in sadness
I want to jump deep into tides of loving madness

The taste of love
The more you get
The more you want
And all because
The only reason is just because
It all makes sense
When you're near
It all makes sense

The taste of love
The more you get
The more you want
And all because
The only reason is just because
It all makes sense
When you're near
It all makes sense

The taste of love
The more you get
The more you want
And all because
The only reason is just because
It all makes sense
When you're near
It all makes sense

The taste of love
Do do do do do do do
And all because
Do do do do do do do
It all makes sense
When you're near
It all makes sense

The taste of love
Do do do do do do do
And all because
Do do do do do do do
It all makes sense
When you're near
It all makes sense