This is love, by PJ Harvey

Love these lyrics & this song...


I can't believe that life's so complex When I just want to sit here and watch you undress I can't believe that life's so complex When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

This is love, this is love That I'm feeling This is love, this is love That I'm feeling This is love That I'm feeling

Does it have to be a life full of dread I wanna chase you round the table, I wanna touch your head Does it have to be a life full of dread I wanna chase you round the table, I wanna touch your head

This is love, this is love That I'm feeling This is love, this is love That I'm feeling This is love That I'm feeling

I can't believe that the axis turns on suffering When you taste so good I can't believe that the axis turns on suffering When my head burns

Love, love, love That I'm feeling This is love, this is love That I'm feeling This is love, love, love That I'm feeling

Even in the summer Even in the spring You can never get too much of A wonderful thing

You're the only story that I never told You're my dirty little secret, wanna keep you so You're the only story that never been told You're my dirty little secret, wanna keep you so

Come on out, come on over, help me forget Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in Come on out, come on over, help me forget Keep the walls from falling on me, tumbling in Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in

This is love, this is love That I'm feeling This is love, this is love That I'm feeling This is love, this is love That I'm feeling This is love, love, love That I'm feeling

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