James Morrison

I see lovers in the streets walking,
without a care.
They wear it out loud
like there's something in the air
Oooooh, well i don't care
They're treading lightly
No they, don't sink in
There's no tracks to follow
they don't care where they going
hmm
And if they're lucky yeah they'll,
they'll get to see and if they're
really really lucky they'll
get to feel..
And it kicks so hard,
it breaks your bones.
Cuts so deep
it hits your soul.
Tears your skin and
makes your blood flow.
It's better that you know,
That love is hard.
Love takes hostages,
gives them pain.
gives someone the power to
hurt you again and again
oooh, but they don't care
And if they're lucky yeah they'll,
they'll get to see and if they're
really really lucky they'll
they'll get to feel.
And if they're, they're truely blessed