Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Robin Beck
Love is no accident
Love is no crime
The night that I became yours
You became mine
It was all right
It was written in the sky
A poet's nightmare
A philosopher's fantasy
They didn't write it yet
So they couldn't disagree
There were two of one
Like a double sun
There's something we both
Should think of
It's the new definition
For the word called love
Love, ah, strange love
How can I be inside you
When you'rе so far away
You hang out your poetry
But you're still afraid to say
That you're in lovе with me
This is where you're supposed to say it:
I love you
I will wait for your scars to heal
If you will wait for mine
We'll be together
You in my heart, me in your mind
And we can fly, forever in a purple sky
There's something we both
Should think of
It's the new definition
For the word called love
Love, love, ah, strange love
If love is the answer
How come we both want so much more
You got yours, I got mine
Should we open up the door
And look inside
I think you know the answer, surprise
We can live in New York City
In a loft and still get by
Making music in the village
Getting off and getting by
Every night, and if you wanna
We can do it twice
There's something we both
Should think of
It's the new definition
For the word called love
Love, strange love
Love, ah, strange love
I want, I need, I love, I am you
Strange Love was written by Mark Hudson.
Strange Love was produced by Andy Richards.