Alison Moyet Is This Love
In a fleeting moment of a restless day driven to distraction I was captured by the game. I have often wondered why I ever wanted to leave these scattered hours behind me and speed myself to you. I choose never to forget I want our lips to kiss and our limbs to entwine let our bodies be twisted but never our minds. Is this love ? Is this love ? Is this love ? Is this love ? Set to work idle hands shake these thoughts had I planned them they never would be teasing me as viciously as these. I would not have believed you had I never seen now you and I are intimately pictured in my dreams. I could not forsake you or gall tumbling away and if I live in wonderland I'm better off this way. I choose never to forget ... Is this love ? Is this love ? Is this love ? Is this love ? Is this love ? Is this love ? Is this love ? Is this love ?
