Language of Love - Robert, George Pappas, Plastic Art Noise

The language of love is something I don’t understand

When he speaks to me and his eyes turn away

The language of love is sometimes dangerous to speak

So I avoid the words and love avoids me

Maybe it is for the best I feel so uninspired

When my head starts to hurt and my body’s tired

Maybe it is for the best

The language of love is something I don’t understand

And so I guard myself and guarded I shall remain

Maybe it is for the best I feel so uninspired

When my head starts to hurt and my body’s tired

Maybe it is for the best

The language of love is something I don’t understand

The language of love is something I don’t understand

When he speaks to me and his eyes turn away

Maybe it is for the best I feel so uninspired

When my head starts to hurt and my body’s tired

Maybe it is for the best

The language of love