I've read that love is "this" or love is "that"
Nothing fits while it changes
Love might be a little child that throws its clothes
As it grows always changes
I don't know what love "is"
I don't know what love "is"
But love is in my room
Love is in my room
I give you books instead of flowers
You give me looks instead of power
I feel weak
I escape into the shower to avoid this room
That hugs my mind and scares me blind
I don't know what love "is"
I don't know what love "is"
But love is in my room
Love is in my room
(-What a wonderful intensity of feeling it must generate!
I often think, one may have missed something
In not having passions like that
-Nonsense!)*
I'm scared to make some room for you
But I want you want you in my room
