Well, it's been weeks
Since our last embrace.
But everywhere, I hear your voice
And see your face.
It this love, or
Am I just a mess?
I can't be certain but,
I'll take a hopeful guess.

Chorus:
I know the world don't need more love songs.
I know they're pennies to the pound.
But I know how good I feel, when you're around.

You're not afraid of
Seeming weak and frail.
I want to go to you, and
Shed my cloak of scales.
But if I should shuck my armour,
I wonder what you'd see within.
There's nothing left to hide
If I slip off my skin.

I know the world don't need more love songs.
I know they're pennies to the pound.
But I know how good I feel, when you're around.

I've got a sinking sense
I know what is to be.
And I don't think you realize
You're hurting me.
Should I tell you how I'm feeling?
Or would it just push you away?
I know it's cowardly
To sing what I should say.

I know the world don't need more love songs.
I know they're pennies to the pound.
But I know how good I feel, when you're around.

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