John, We were coming back from a gig one night, heard this song..it was juxtaposed with Beethoven's 5th...had to pull off to the side of the road and listen:
You don't know what love is
Until you've known the meaning of the blues.
Till you love the love you had to lose,
You don't know what love is.
You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost;
Until you flipped your heart and found you were lost,
You don't know what love is.
Do you know how a lost heart fears
The very thought of reminiscing.
And how loved lips that taste of tears
Soon lose their taste for kissing.
You don't know how hearts burn
The love that cannot live but never dies;
Until you greet each dawn with sleepless eyes,
You don't know what love is.
{trumpet solo}
Do you know how a lost heart fears
The very thought of reminiscing.
And how loved lips that taste of tears
Soon lose the taste for kissing.
You don't know how hearts burn
The love that cannot live but never dies;
Until you face each dawn with sleepless eyes,
You don't know what love is.
You don't know what love is...
You don't know
What love is...
You don't know
What love is...
Not exactly the words that I remember..
guess they will have to do. Your song was real..mine just a remembrance
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