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Nick Lowe

Love Gets Strange

 

Love Gets Strange

(album: Pinker And Prouder Than Previous - 1988)


Well, I said what I wanted to say
But the words just got in the way
Maybe we can never work it out
Seems like all we ever do is scream and shout
And your drift is getting harder to catch
This love it's like a wrestling match
Do we do it till our kisses feel
Like two big cuts that will not heal

Babe, there ain't no window open
No hoping for a sudden change
And there is no door to get out of before this love gets strange
And loves gets strange
We used to wonder what it's all about
But I just wanna take this garbage out
Maybe underneath the moonlight sky
I could come up with one reason to lie
We took it all for better or worse
Though we didn't take a look at it first
We were blinded by the brightest light
Just to be on our knees in the dark tonight

Most spring we were doing our thing
Summer came the heat was to blame
The tears you cry and the autumnal sky [?]
And the cold winter chill baby [?] you still
We said what we wanted to say
But the words just got in the way
Baby we could never work it out
Seems like all we do is scream and shout
And we're frozen in this shadowy world
Silhouettes of a boy and a girl
You were never [?]
Till they get so big you can't see them at all
And babe, there ain't no window open
No hoping for a sudden change
And there is no door to get out of before this love gets strange

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