The room is cold, and it's been like this for several months,
and if I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it.
What
is
this
feeling called love?
Why me?
Why you?
Why here?
And why now?
It doesn't make no sense. No.
It's not convenient. No.
It doensn't fit my plans.
No, it's something I don't understand oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G.
{And as I stand and cross the room}
C.A. double L.E.D.
{I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment}
L. O. V. E.
{And as I touch your shoulder, tonight}
What is this thing that is happening to me?
{this room has become the centre of the entire universe}
So what do I do? I've got this slightly sick feeling in my stomach
like I'm standing on the top of a very high building. Oh yeah, all