Test Tape No. 3
Nick Laird-Clowes, Gilbert Alexander Gabriel
You may find an empty space in your life
And you may call me up
Oh
Tell me there's no other time but now
Well, you may call that love, oh
How come I always seem to be running after you?
Oh, no, no
You're In my heart
In my heart
A Love like ours
Can't be torn out
No, no, no
Well catch a leaf out of someone's emotions
And hide it in your glove
Oh
Keep it where nobody else can find it
Now you may call that love
Oh
Every time I try to bring you closer
It only serves to push us further apart
Oh, no, no
You're in my heart
You're in my heart
Love like ours
That can't be torn out
No, no, no
Oh, ah, oh, ah
No
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh