Slave To Love: The Best Of The Ballads lyrics

(craig armstrong)

This love
This love is a strange love
In that it can lift a love
This love
This love
I think I’m gonna fall again
And even when you held my hand
Intending me to face, love
This love
Now rehearsed we stay, love
Doesn’t know it is love
This love
This love
Doesn’t have to feel love
Doesn’t care to be love
It doesn’t mean a thing
This love

(Ferry)

Do I ever wonder'
More than words can say
Heaven knows it's hard enough to pray
Let me tell you something
There's a change in me
Even now you're gone you'll always be
My only love
Does it seem so funny
For a fool to cry'
Do you know the meaning of goodbye'
There's a river flowing
By a willow tree
When you need to know remember me
My only love
Let me tell you something

(Ferry)

I could show you in a word
If I wanted to
A window on a world
With a lovely view
From close up inside a single room
With an open book aside
Like you read in school
It's so easy, believe me
When you need fun
I do anything to turn you on
Anything to turn you on
It's raining in New York
On Fifth Avenue
And off Broadway after dark
Love the lights don't you

(van morrison)

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heaven opens every time she smiles
And when I come to her, that´s where I belong
I guess i´m running to her like a river´s song
She gives me love, love, love, crazy love
She gives me love, crazy love
She´s got a fine sense of humour, when i´m feeling down

Just one step at a time
And closer to destiny
I knew at a glance
There'd always be a chance for me
With someone I could live for
Nowhere I would rather be

Is your love strong enough
Like a rock in the sea
Am I asking too much
Is your love strong enough?

Just one beat of your heart
And stranger than fantasy
I knew from the start
It had to be the place for me

(by william shakespeare)

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date,
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,