Making Love Out Of Nothing At All Lyrics
I know just how to whisper
and I know just how to cry;
I know just where to find the answers; and I know just how to lie.
I know just how to fake it
and I know just how to scheme;
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream.
And I know just where to touch you
and I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
and I know when to let you loose.
And I know the night is fading
and I know that time's gonna fly;
And I'm never gonna tell you ev'rything I've got to tell you
But I know I've got to give it a try.
And I know the roads to riches
and I know the ways to fame;
I know all the rules and then I know how to break them
And I always know the name of the game.
But I don't know how to leave you
and I'll never let you fall;
And I don't know how you do it
making love out of nothing at all.
Making love - out of nothing at all
Making love - out of nothing at all
Making love - out of nothing at all
Making love - out of nothing at all. . . .
Ev'ry time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair;
And ev'ry star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight.
The beating of my heart is a drum
And it's lost and it's looking for a rhythm like you.
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright.
I've got to follow it
'cause ev'rything I know
Well
it's nothing 'til I give it to you.
I can make the run or stumble
I can make the final block;
And I can make every tackle
at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock.
I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn;
And I can make you every promise
That has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone.
With god I'll never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl ?
And I never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all.
Making love - out of nothing at all
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Making love - out of nothing at all
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Making love - out of nothing at all
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Air Supply Making Love Out Of Nothing At All
