Is it love Or is it boredom That took me up To your bedroom
Is it love Or something stupid Was I feeling All alone
When in love When in love When in love
Oh I hate your Taste in music You’re not the one I’ve been waiting for Chase you around The tables I want your fingers Down my throat
Fear of drowning Die of longing Head is swirling Hands are cold Find excuses After excuses To stay longer Than I should
When in love When in love When in love When in love I think I’m in love This is love You say you want love, yeah? But what kind of love?
And if I leave you now forever Would it be really forever Coz next time I’m in the neighbourhood I might be knocking at your door I might be knocking at your door I might be knocking at your door
Coz this is love This is not boredom That took me up To your bedroom This is love It’s not a demon That came knocking at your door
When in love When in love I think I’m in love This is love I’m in love This is love
