Said I many times, love is illusion, a feeling result of confusion with knowing smile and blasé sigh, a cynical so and so, am I.
I feel so sure, so positive, so utterly unchangeably certain though I never was aware of loving you ´til suddenly I realised there was love in you and oh...
Chorus: In this world of ordinary people... extraordinary people, I´m glad there is you.
In this world of overrated pleasures and underrated treasures, I´m glad there is you.
I live to love, I love to live with you beside me this role, so new
I´ll muddle through with you if you´ll guide me through.
In this world where many, many play at love and hardly any stay in love, I´m glad there is you.