Is that you or a ghost? 'Cause I can't tell You've been such a gracious host But it's time to go I take my show on the road I'll be famous in a day But that won't mean a thing If my senses fail
Well cut me to pieces And sort me out Is this all that love is about?
Well, I got a photograph In a box inside my room With pieces left of you Beside my bed
Well cut me to pieces And sort me out (Ooooh) is this all that love is, whoah, whoah (Ooooh) is this all that love is, whoah, whoah (Ooooh) is this all that love is about?
Well I'm not made of stone And I don't wanna be alone I think I'm on my way To the very thing that I'm afraid of
Well cut me to pieces And sort me out (Ooooh) is this all that love is, whoah, whoah (Ooooh) is this all that love is, whoah, whoah (Ooooh) is this all that love is about?
