Nothing Hurts Like Love

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