Need I say more...
The room is cold and has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down
Right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table.
And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape
The same events stuffed in a slightly different order each day.
Just like a modern shopping centre. [...]
And as I'm standing across this room
I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment.
And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has
become the centre of the entire universe.
So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach
Like I'm standing on top of a very high building oh yeah. [...]
What is this feeling called love ?
Why me, why you, why here, why now ?
It doesn't make no sense. It's not convenient.
It doesn't fit my plans.
It's something I don't understand.
What is this thing that is happening to me?
What is this feeling called love...
It doesn't fit my plans but I got that taste in my mouth again.
What is this thing that is happening to me ?...

Pulp.