Sunday evening walking over Waterloo Bridge, and you're hiding your brown eyes from the wind. Some of us try, but you can't escape the feeling of love - it's invisible, like our laughter in the air. I always thought that love can be forever new, forever new, and ever new, and ever and ever and ever new. Some say falling in love is like asking to forgive, your own drunk reflection in the bar room window. Some of us try to be saved from this confusion, and you can do it, only by the heart of someone. I always thought that love can be forever new, forever new, and ever new, and ever and ever and ever new.
Written by: Andrew Mitchell, Colin Newton, Luciano Rossi, Rod Jones, Roddy Woomble
