I used to look for security,
I didn't find it at all
Not in books, not in fantasy,
oh yeah
I'm a big boy, but un derneath
There's a bit of a child
Who's afraid of thunder
and rain
Look out, you're falling in love again
Look out, there's somebody in
Look out,
you're calling it love again,
it's lit up in vain
I found a house with corridors
Unlike the houses in magazines
Box of clean, my corridors,
if you know what I mean
Look out, you're falling in love again
Look out, there's somebody in
Look out, you're calling it love again
It's rhythm, babe
No doubt, you're talking of love again
You shout when nobody's here
Look out, you're calling and clawing
In this rhythm, babe
This rhythm, babe
I'm not to blame for this rhythm, babe
I'm on it, rhythm, babe
I'm not to blame for this rhythm, babe
I'm on it, rhythm,
babe
I used to look for security,
now I don't want it at all
It's the beginning of tragedy
It's the end of, it's the end of,
it's the end of the call
Look out, you're falling in love again
Look out, there's somebody in
Look out,
you're calling in love again
It's freedom, babe
No doubt, you're talking of love again
You shout when nobody's in
Look out, you're calling it love again
It's hit or miss, and I'm not to blame
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah
Fuzz, fuzz, fuzz
Fuzz, fuzz, fuzz
Thank