Automatic - SIMON I

This love is automatic

This love keeps running night and day

It’s there for you to use it

This love is automatic

As we drove into the city half asleep

As our guts were filled with cushions

What we felt was something new

It was something deep

How I wish we could explain what just happened

And we find words to describe just how we feel

And we come up with some kind of explanations

We’d be up for Nobel prizes as we speak

We’d be selling books by the hundreds of millions

This love is automatic

This love keeps running night and day

It’s there for you to use it

This love is automatic

This love is automatic

This love keeps running night and day

It’s there for you to use it

This love is automatic

It’s the sort of thing that’s working in our sleep

It’s the sort of thing that needs no attention

This love is automatic

This loves keeps running night and day

It’s there for you to use it

This love is automatic