You're sitting across a table The wind is in your hair Your scent is on my skin again There's music in the air The barman clicks his pen You don't know what you wanna drink An injured bird leaps off a branch To fly with broken wings
For nothing really hurts like love Nothing knocks you down, and picks you back up And now you've got to go You look at me as though You don't know who I am And suddenly I know Nothing really hurts like love Nothing really hurts like love
Autumn turns to winter And winter turns to spring And I'm out on the road again The wind beneath my wings My fingers hit the piano The hammers hit the strings I get up on the stage each night I shut my eyes and I sing
Nothing really hurts like love And every single word makes me think of us But now I've let you go The music starts to slow I look out at the crowd And they already know Nothing really hurts like love Nothing really hurts like love
