Sarah Brightman – This Love

This love
This adore is a bizarre love
A faded kind of day love
This love

This love
I consider I’m gonna tumble again
And even when we hold my hand
It didn’t meant a thing
This love

This love
Never has to contend love
Doesn’t know it is love
This love

This love
Doesn’t have to contend love
Doesn’t need to be love
Doesn’t meant a thing
This love

This love, oh-oh-oh
This bizarre adore (strange love)
This love.

This love